Cold hand on my shoulder

I am tired and hungry

Oak Tree

pulls me closer

 

Perhaps

I am asleep

It embraces me

I don’t feel scared

 

I tell it my problems

I feel it twirling my hair

singing me back to sleep

as wind moves the leaves

 

I don’t want to awaken

Can’t be real

My body starts to lean towards

the concrete

 

The tree disappears