a free verse poem
i have been a flower in a tree.
i have been so high up, no one could see
the immeasurable me, the impetuous me
the always, always superfluous me
this is what happens
when a tree has its leaves
on upside down, when the roots don’t grow
underground
and the rain goes up instead of down
the birds fall dizzied from their skies.
gumballs float and swirl and helix themselves
right up and into me
can’t you see? i did not ask
to be me — to spend my life
among the bees
i have been a core and colorful whore,
a generous whorl of magenta
lace and edge —
i reach downward towards sky
Christina Ward 💗 is a poet and nature writer. If you enjoyed this spoken word poem you may also enjoy some of her other works (with audio) such as: For the Eyes of God and Birds (with audio) and On a Sunday Visit (with audio.)
Christina M. Ward 
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