Another photo from the show

















And the poem to accompany it...

I’m finally compelled to ask you
where you come from.
I see you under that marbled
tree
You are half of the ancient
forest
Your other half is mostly me

Come winter, the frost blows
stately
Settling in like a long stare
It carves a space for every leaf
and branch
letting memory find her way to
air

I see you in me,
Despite the thick inlay
Your song is solid, strong.
your intention is your core

Softer now, you whisper
Come, stay close by
These roots of yours are far
and wide
Time will continue to roll upon
itself
But the bounty, the protection,
the witness stays inside