Wednesday, March 10, 2021

The Trees

Gravity … enlightenment … immortality
We’ve received so few secrets 
With our butts to the soil,
Where the nets of neural roots
Command a forest
Taller and more magnanimous than we are.
Most of the time my brain is in the wind;
I watch the leaves dance and make believe 
They could be mine. What I could do.
But even the stumps are kept alive with sugar
For the wisdom they remember;
Where, amid the antidotes, climate shifts
And most harmonious modes of order,
There is not one thought of the need
To forgive.