Turn to Me

There was room in the trees
To ruminate over you.
Always thinking you were selfish
For wanting more back,
But you had less self,
As it stands,
For making sure everything
Had fresh water.
Now the tracks lead in both directions-
A mossy runway this way,
A green ferny pasture that.
I don't think you can lose.
Both paths look generous.
You eat a bear's berry.
Its sweetness stings your teeth.
Then cross a dry stream,
And pass dreams covered in tarps,
And wipe silky cobwebs from your bare arms,
As if they were FINISH line tape
At the start of it all.