How Deep Are the Woods

They’re not. They weren’t. It’s breadth. They spread
On vast swaths of rocks to eat sky,
And if a small life leads to shade,

It could be a long shade to cross
And a long, long time to get out.
But deep? Just to lives lived as lines.

At least, that is, woods of real wood.
There’s a kind of woods that are deep,
More than just thick, as dark and webbed,

And if you can think of the woods
As deep, you know what these woods are,
Where roots we are and eat eat us.