Step Tree

It is. What we code
To be right and you
Want to be good don’t
Quite line up, not quite.
Watch your thoughts grope through

A gap in our codes
And what you can feel
You ought, want, to do.
Like roots through the ground
With trees in the air,

Your thoughts go. You’re caught
In the twists that tell
You where the light is
And the codes that spell
Out how to find it.

Watch those thoughts, wind-blown,
Flood-prone, snag and jerk,
Grow one way, then that.
A long wind that lasts
Years, from the same source,

Just curves them, bends them,
But stress at the right
Time leads to right turns
And switched tacks. By this
Path, a step tree grows.