I believe a tree exists
for making each turn a destination.
I think it is possible to travel this way--on all roads at the same time.

When I look at a tree--
thin, wide--
I move on roads
that become as fragile
as paper threads.

I still believe it is possible to follow them.
I look and at the same time I arrive
at those final points.
They call to me like a circle of voices,
like a breath of a star.

I arrive and at last I rediscover something
from the start--
points attached to the sky
like seeds filled with light.

The journey happens in a single glance.
A branch invites me to travel.
The root remembers the house
in which I was born.