Rowan Tate

God Speaks to me Through hollow Trees

lay between this forested chain of hills and

learn your name, listen

and the leaves will teach you how to treat the breath inside of you

as if it were a prayer, how to recognize that this

is rare air. god is filling your lungs

and you are in the middle of the story.

when you trip

over the uneven road that is carrying you through this foreign city,

the wind will catch your heart-whispers

and courier them up to god, the wind will turn

the holes in your heart

into an instrument.

Rowan Tate is a Romanian creative and curator of beauty. Her writing appears in the Stinging Fly, the Shore, Josephine Quarterly, and Meniscus Literary Journal, among others. She reads nonfiction nature books, the backs of shampoo bottles, and sometimes minds.