arborist

home is dark
day
just
	seeping 
through 
heavy curtains

there, 
	hidden 
at bay

tree sap 
	washed 
from hands 
first
	caught 
in air
day after day
it lives on
	in walls

old floors
	soft 
from decades 
	steps
creak under feet

new feet 
	tingling
their heart swells

smell 
	identifies place
nature within walls 
	and couch
	and bed
	and clothes

identification
	rooted 
by time