Corkscrew

Twisting whorled inky old insistency
of a black staunch wild cherry tree, corkscrew
up into sky not caring, cloud or blue
I've burned a branch, used it to flavor fish

but most I bless it for what it stands for
of me in me, such character of my
calligraphy I could not have, invent
only on my own or grown, I'm dependent

on my surround from which to pluc…