Son of the Oak Tree

we were all
making something out of nothing
another babylonian god or goddess
in a golden shawl worshipped
from afar or right up next to you

the charmed life
is still led the fragrant hours
still consumed will I
ever admit the real story?

what was the woman's name?
ishtar in this encircling not an
enemy nor friend someone
in whom could reside the pregnancy
of an explanation

against the coloring tempest
that is deep space (as opposed to
shallow earth) the vast starfields
represent more beings then have
ever been conscious on this
certain rock

is She a queen, an understanding,
a way forward? is life its own process
the return and the returner my son
in my mind's explanation his daughters
my own understanding of subatomic
syntax Hey in this case

mine own, She is a queen
the queen that walks the forest
the mother of the trees and I
myself am the Son of the Oak
I know this because my 9 year old
wrote it on her placemat
about her father

something to be known then