I think of you, my girl, consumed by a greater thing
than tea cup lives could bear.
This larger shadow moving out from in eating light
grew beyond what you or I could know.
Spinning out, I lost your breadcrumb trail
nor heard the crackling of your step
on twigs and leaves of memories
You left me and went your own way
I could not speak to you nor hear your name spoken
in forests streets or the salted strand.
Like an ancient cypress falling in a gale
creaking shredding its resinous flesh rent from the earth
my heart’s roots a web chaotic to heat and air
our blood has clotted gone brown,
cells have gone mad,
spirit born of spirit birthed something so sad
that you, flesh of my flesh, my daughter
are shadowed by that fallen tree
and lessened by its felling.