I Sat Beneath A Bodhi Tree Poem by Mark Heathcote

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 penultimate circle
spiralling out of control, left to fulfil 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.