Bristlecone Cell

Bristlecone cell

Bishop 395 South
to the gnarled trees of spirited women
living in the mountains
endless, timeless
holding on to a cell of existence
Grounded
transcending
what that cell is the Grandmothers know
they feel
they feel
beyond knowing
they exist as this Grandness
We look on in awe
We smile deep at ourself
Rt 395
Bishop
The Mexican restaurant

the Hair Salon
Green signal at Church Street
Mountains leaning into
the 35 speed limit main strip
The foothills of the Grandmothers’ circular
flow
down
flow down
into her limits
gnarling from cold and winds
existing beyond caring and indifference
The Grandmothers
the Tree of Life
Ancient Bristlecone
The single cell
Undivided
from life
Undivided from
She Is