Trembling Poplar

Just noticing the aspen
Silhouetted
against the lake
I decentralise
my brain.

With radiating
tremulous thoughts
and wavering trauma, 
I send shockwaves to the sky.
I breathe again.

I reach the aspen
Her purple grey bark
And orange pores
remind my self
the essence of touch.

Her intricate catkins
Reveal the space
between worlds
Hidden and displayed
For those to reach.

by Robert