Poetry

from this same place

this day 

jays call

breeze plays music with leaves as 

trees shake loose their burdens

welcomed companions for most seasons

folding into interior places for this one

a long rest is needed for restoration

rejuvenation 

or simply to recall its roots

remember its name

its song

its own internal hum

that connects it to the all

the romance of remembering the beauty of the past season

melts into a warm sap

to keep its life force aflame and flowing

cozy and comforting in the absence of its outreach

and the soothing of its solitude

making way for works inspired by reunion

that underground 

all-connecting silent hum and hug

amplifying the sense of it

reclaiming the source

sloughing off the form 

to more fully bond with the essence–

that which has been 

and is yet

so ever-present

so undercover

so of us

like the sky and the air

and the ground we walk on

we take it for granted

have we so well forgotten 

what lives everywhere in silence 

or must we forget to remember?

our hearts await 

our own attention 

patiently

and this tree beside me

i know as i know myself

in this same way

from this same place