growing

This is a poem I wrote during a year of change which frightened and thrilled me.

growing
10.28.05

She calls me beautiful
And I am trying to listen
I thought there might be good
Somewhere inside me.

Could she be wrong,
Who saved me?

Her arms go around
And around and around me
Somewhere in the middle
I am singing.

Once, on the outside, I was
Frozen, like the tree
Whose limbs were severed
To avoid her roof.

Poor tree, I said.
Growing and growing
Until a house got
In its way.

The tree will be all right,
She said.

I was afraid someone
Might see me
And afraid someone
Might not.

Can you believe in angels
If you do not believe in god?