Perhaps to hang
Means to plant yourself so deeply
In a puddle so still
That your body becomes the roots
Of the reflection of a tree
Like the horizon kissing
The ocean's gentle waves
Until you can't remember which way is up
And when you've hung so long
Gazing into the pool by your feet
That you look up and realize you're in the sky
And the answers were in your soul
Written in the old craggy bark
Of your own palms
All along.
So you scream
Until your lungs produce enough carbon dioxide
To remember that you are
All at once
The antithesis and the symbiote
To the tree you came from
To yourself
A sacrifice
Of yourself to yourself