looming

hunkered in trees he calls to me
  'daddy see me,' I see him in trees;
he is before me
        roosting in the holly, gleaning vermillion berries,
        still in the magnolia, stalking tent caterpillers;
my eyes settle on him like pollen on a leaf,
rain on the skin of the sea


my brooding three year's son
                               a figure of the leaf and bough
  skulking two-toed cuckoo in the hickory
who looms in trees
weaves of coppice and cornea
vision;
he is before me
        conjuring faraway hemlocks, summoning silent pines,
        a private treetop where a small boy sulks,

I see him in trees, my seeing of him.