Our Overstory

by Lee Kiblinger

OUR OVERSTORY

When the spoken seeds settled their edenic

middle, we wondered—

if one tree’s roots invited the other

to twine in some mystic tunnel

or if their fungal passed sugars

as cell-sweets, stretched

across a common altar, sipping

their uttered soil

tickling tastes of arboreal,

what is pure

or if their mutual rivers

plenished unblemished boles

with hallowed sap,

communion first drunk blissful

in the weave of wooded soul mates,

their unmarred limbs

lifted to the skies, not

knowledge

life

but to the golden garden of wholeness—

of unsplintered light.

LEE KIBLINGER

Lee Kiblinger is a Texas poet who loves to travel with her husband, laugh with three adulting children, play mahjong, and enjoy words with Rabbit Room poets.

Her work can be found in Calla Press, The Windhover, Solum Journal, Heart of Flesh, Ekstasis, Clayjar Review, The Way Back to Ourselves, and others.

Her first book, All the Untils, is to be published by Wipf and Stock in the upcoming months. You can read more of her poetry at www.ripplesoflaughter.com.