Monday, February 23, 2009

The Forest for the Trees

            (A blurry look at Silverton trees)

"Stop," the chainsaw scolded.
"You can't see the forest for the trees!"
So, I ran into the wood,
twigs breaking under my feet
frail fern brushing me
scooting squirrel
and shrill crow
chiding me:
look closer
still

see the forest 
for the leaves
for fungi 
turning grub 
and mold

the forest for the air 
circling 
within each minuscule pore

stroke the mossy bark
and know 
earthworms at work

understand a white oak 
dream of tree 
kingdom
phylum
subjects
amazed at the blindness of 
stumbling feet

I couldn't see the forest, 
not for the trees
but for breathing, 
growing minutiae
inversely huge as space.


2 comments:

  1. Thank you, Curious Curandera.
    Hope you will visit the blog again.

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