‘Trees Speak’ by Jessica Michael – FERAL: A Journal of Poetry and Art
We climb granite while my friend tells me of a man he knew.
This man wandered the desert looking for reasons to come home.
One night, struck, he found an alien
(this may not be true, but we’re by the lake now
and I like the story).
His first thought (which would not be mine)
was to ask how the alien found us, believing the planet lonely
in space as he was.
By the trees. Can’t you hear them singing?
Maybe he lied but I remember
the first woman who ever came across honey
in the li
This man wandered the desert looking for reasons to come home.
One night, struck, he found an alien
(this may not be true, but we’re by the lake now
and I like the story).
His first thought (which would not be mine)
was to ask how the alien found us, believing the planet lonely
in space as he was.
By the trees. Can’t you hear them singing?
Maybe he lied but I remember
the first woman who ever came across honey
in the li