In Another Tree

Sometimes the one you're in or on,

however likable, isn't for you now.

Other trunks, leaves and crowns

sing a song that wins your heart.

Under a clear sky, you leave

and make a nest on other limbs.

Without comment, the sun paces above.

The moon beams through passing clouds.

Who knows why, but one day

something subtle shifts inside

and you begin to notice again

the shapes of other trees.