Cedar

Cedar

It has eyes

blue beads dusted

with chalk, blind upon each

limb

he picks them

rubs them open

between his thumb

and palm

deep in the sticky belly

of gnarled branches

no wind no sound

but the cricket's chirp

and that, only after

he sits

still enough long

enough

to become

cedar

If you stand

at twilight

near the edge

of the park

you may see

a round cedar

giving birth

to a small boy

the boy, some say

with eyes

in back of his head