I Sat Beneath A Bodhi Tree Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

I sat beneath a huge tree.
Its shape and size shaded me.
As if I were its seedling
In search of nourishment
As if I were the sapling in search of light
As if I were, somehow, its penultimate circle
Spiralling out of control, left to fulfil its last rites
Entombed, enclosed, embalmed up in eternal night
Waiting for it to make space for me;
Look, child, at the leaf of a Bodhi tree.
Look at its veins; it is to be another tree.
Yes, I sat beneath a Bodhi tree.
As does it somewhere shaded, sitting inside of me
Yes, just another seedling in search of nourishment.