Sempervirens
runs through my veins, and speaks a language
understandable only to the sempervirens
that stand grand in a hidden
old growth forest
where few have traversed
through vines, moss and fallen trunks.
Beneath the ancient canopy, in silence-
I sit and call on my grandmothers,
known and unknown,
and ask each to bless
my spirit,
which moves backward and forward
in one bloodline.
Pranita
8/7/14