Free Entry 2, Week 8

When the sap levels are low
and the shoots are free of leaves
there comes the rare occasion
when they each disagree.
Usually this falling out stems
from winter or if winter arrived
at its proper checkmark, the calendar
maybe a day or so behind.
What the saps fails to recognize
is its lack of ability to weave
itself like fingers, until a cup forms
and gives to others the hollows
of industry. Somewhere in the past,
shoots stretched like constellations,
a bud-a star, a perched bird-a meteor,
all basic ingredients for harvest.
The moon spells out a language that falls
into the hammocks of leaves
with seasonal torrents, and so blisters
of water dot the undersides of sills
that overlook the Willow groves.
There are only certain types of Willow
that are good for weaving. Winter
being the ideal time for collection,
if possible. Odd how the tree so resembles
fingers as if the fingers were a cage,
caging a monument a disagreement.