What if I could choose a leaf from the Tree of Destiny? Crawl back through abstract twigs which barely hold weight, reach a branch (still tenuous) feel the sap pulsing upwards under the skin leave breadcrumbs of possible futures along the way. Slide down the trunk as birds chirp to the smell of wet ground. Be back to Now—the root.
As I look up to prepare for the journey, overwhelm robs my hands of their tension, and the map that I so carefully drew, slips through my fingers like sand, as I pause, and notice.
What a beautiful tree.