I sat beneath a Bobhi tree

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 own penultimate circle
spiraling out of control left to fulfill its last rites
entombed, enclosed embalm-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 to be, another tree
yes, I sat beneath a Bodhi tree
as does it somewhere, shaded sits inside of me
yes, just another seedling in search of nourishment.