If Dreams Were Trees

and trees were our enemies
we would be indoor people.
We would be hugging ourselves
trying not to mention
limbs or trunks
or anything
reminding us of trees.
When leaves fell in our hair
it would feel like
a little taunt.
The wind rustling dry leaves
would remind us
tree parts are dangerous
and on the loose.
Burning wood
would be more
than warmth and romance.
It would feel like victory
over the enemy.
We would sing, chant
and dance in celebration
and try to remember
to take our anti-psychotics.