by James Goldberg
When we first saw the dust they’d use to make our bodies,
we shouted with the stars for joy.
Such fine, solid stuff–to serve as soil for the trees
and shape temples for our souls.
But if we’d known then how it tastes to dwell in earth,
we’d have bowed our heads in reverent awe
for the beauty of the delicate silt
that flows around us through these
*Image: banyan tree in Kolkata (largest canopy in the world) – this is all one tree, supported now by its prop-roots as the trunk has rotted and been removed.