Origami Time Travel

Let’s go forward in time

to a blank page brimming with possibility,

so instead of using my words

I catch you off guard by folding

the thin leftovers of a tree that once stood

into the shape of your heart starting over,

so we can hold that fortressed piece of you

up to the sun until it opens, perhaps reluctantly,

and with a shiver,

into a crane or a star,

flower or boat,

box or butterfly,

or something else entire,

until the tree that once stood can’t help but marvel

at the unfolding of years,

at what such a small slice of wood has become.