“The World Once Green Again”
That tree from its dense wooden trunk
surprises into leaf
as my tight-fibered heart leafs out
in unexpected speech.
I know that trunk, so thick, so slow,
its heartwood core so like my own.
Yet here I celebrate that we
can take leave of our density
to dance the wind and sing the sun.
Our words, like leaves, in season spring
and then in season fall,
but at their rise they prove a power
that gentle conquers all.
As shriveled leaves return to earth
to nourish roots of leaves unstrung,
so dry words fall back to the heart
to decompose into their parts
and feed the roots of worlds unsung.
And when speech fails, the dark trunk stands
’til most surprising spring
wells up the voice that ever speaks
the world once green again.
This poem is printed here with the permission of the author.
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