I WAS READING A SCIENTIFIC ARTICLE

They have photographed the brain
and there is the picture, it is full of
branches as I always suspected,

each time you arrive the electricity
of seeing you is a huge
tree lumbering through my skull, the roots waving.

It is an Earth, its fibres wrap
things buried, your forgotten words
are graved in my head, an intricate

red blue and pink prehensile chemistry
veined like a leaf
network, or is it a seascape
with corals and shining tentacles

I touch you, I am created in you
somewhere as a complex
filament of light

- Margaret Atwood