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author’s note:

As a child, I learned that the forest has eyes.

Fortunately, I’ve never forgotten.
 

THE WATCHERS

While walking in solitude
I’ve sometimes sensed
elements of the landscape
marking my steps:
a wild boulder, perhaps

or a sweet oblong cloud
slowing its pace
to look.

I believe such things
understand us well
because they once
lived as humans
in order to grow the soul

so when I’m among them
they see and know me
in my low weak glory:

that’s the only healing I ask.
I’ll provide the rest.

Maybe I should
shuck
what remains of my pride
and seek human help

but no one but me
can find my strength—
  yes, I want to confess
  but only after
  I’ve lifted myself
  up a bit.

So I will go to
the rivers and mountains—

as long as I respect
their silent mystery
they’ll watch over me
as I find and mend
what I’ve
so wantonly wounded.
 


© 2016, Michael R. Patton
myth steps: a blog

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tree sweet embraceable bbbb - April 22, 2016s

author’s note:

In observance of Earth Day, April 22…

…and let us not forget National Arbor Day, April 29.
 

WORLD TREE

I am told
we may not
have enough
resources

and my own experience
seems to give this idea
credence
because
   often, I can’t remove
   the big block
   in my thoughts
   and so often
   I can not find
   enough room
   in my heart
   and too often
   I can’t quite
   locate my feet.

So in search of an answer
I spoke to a tall tree today—
a solid but free, bold sashaying tree
of green-gold candle flames:

I wanted to know how
it rose so strong, so sure
on such sparse water
in bleached rocky soil
amid dismal sunlight.

It replied:
I draw from a primeval lineage.
It replied:
I draw from an eternal sky

so all through the choking dust
of dry Summer
and all through the numbing sleet
of dead Winter
my roots, my trunk maintain
enough vertical spirit
for me to be
what’s required
of a world tree.

Now, having seen
the truth of the tree
I say:

if we’re of the same Earth spirit
yet can’t find enough resources
then we have failed as a species
and will perish or else
revert to a cave life.

But whether we stay or go
the tree will continue to flower.
The tree will not
look back on us in pity
the tree will look forward,
arms open to the next arrival.

The tree is not heartless,
nonetheless…

it won’t exaggerate our importance.
 


© 2016, Michael R. Patton
survival: the book

sweet embraceable tree - December 24, 2015s

author’s note:

Here’s a term I often hear used derisively: tree hugger.

Well, if you’re losing your balance and about to fall off a cliff, I think you might be relieved to find the arms of a tree.

 

SONG FOR THE TREE HUGGERS

The tree tells me:

if suddenly
your love rises so high
that you feel you must
either release the flow
or die

then please encircle me
with your desperate arms
and I will accept your offering—

I will accept your burden
I will accept your suffering:

In breaking yourself open
you will heal.

But maybe you can’t feel
your love—
maybe you hurt so much
you can’t bear to touch
any thing at all—

not even a devoted tree.

If so, I trust
your greater desire
will eventually
push you past your fear
and you’ll straggle here
to embrace me

and in that surrender rediscover
your overwhelming love…

and once done, return
to help others find
their way back
to this tree.

 


© 2015, Michael R. Patton

cartoons of Christmas past

tree hand 363h - November 19, 2015s

author’s note:

Yes, I used the word “lovely” to describe my computer…

But in my defense, I was using the computer to type this poem and wanted to keep it happy.

 

TO HOLD…TO TOUCH…TO FEEL

What if we lost
the extraordinary tools
of our technology
in a massive cyber-crash!–

would the end then be inevitable?–

would we destroy ourselves
in all the fearful fighting
over such common necessities
as bread…?

I say:
despite the madness
we might do more
than merely survive
because loss can also
bring gain–

occasionally
in the middle of building something
using this lovely computer
my arms and hands
have said
“No”

then pulled me outside
to hold, to touch, to feel

until I rediscover what
I didn’t realize I had lost.

Building our towers may indeed be
as important as we believe

and yet, to stop
isn’t the end…

 


© 2015, Michael R. Patton
myth steps: the blog

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