Set me on fire
to awaken dormant seeds
to a hidden life.

These trees do not tell
the truth
I can whisper to you.

I am my own invasive species
waiting to be reduced
to carbon and ash.

Someone tell me
where I can find the map
to my true water regime.

I wait in rushes
for the right one
to unroll at my feet.

The one that will lead
to a mire
native to my heart.