Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

A fig tree I bought from a sill 
three years back 
grew lush

I
remember 
for a while 
it dropped leaves 
slow erosion of copper pennies 
that third month 
it was home

Now,
three months 
repotted- 
orange clay 
S p a c e 
Wide emerald tails 
Recede in
to yellow crisps 
a swift click
descending
to the base of thick 
stems

clearing debris-
dense fog
covers my pounding temple 
feet pad 
over to my seat
dining room sky
light

There
I 
close my eyes 
tilt up to the sun
a lifetime
s o o t h e d
to peer at winter magnolias
snowfall p e t a l s 
in supple leather
skins
open wide 

one by one 

magnolias, I whisper 
to my fig tree 

I'll see you in six months