I GO INSIDE THE TREE Poem by Jo Shapcott

I GO INSIDE THE TREE



Indoors for this ash
is through the bark:
notice its colour - asphalt
or slate in the rain

then go inside, tasting
weather in the tree rings,
scoffing years of drought and storm,
moving as fast as a woodworm

who finds a kick of speed
for burrowing into the core,
for mouthing pith and sap,
until the o my god at the heart.

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