here's to better days - March 27, 2013s

author’s note:

“Poems are made by fools like me,
 But only God can make a tree.”
               — Joyce Kilmer

Maybe so, but we can damn well help.
 

HOW MY EGO SAVED A TREE

Lost, I was

and tired
tired of searching

so when I found an old blind man
sitting cross-legged on the ground
I asked him for some wisdom

and because I’d begged, I had to obey
when he pointed me to a gray hill
covered with a stubble of stumps.

But though confused
I knew enough to know
I needed to be needed—

I needed meaning

so I convinced myself
this wounded land
needed my healing—

needed me especially.

From this decision, we see
how the ego can sometimes
serve the spirit:

now,
having regained my leaves—
my limbs, my trunk
I realize how much
I needed the healing
of this green hill…
 

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
searching for the new mythology

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