A Channel Changer
Updated: Jul 21, 2020
The tree outside my window
tries talking to me
as I’m writing,
at times distracting,
at times inspiring,
always reminding,
by its structure
and design,
of nature’s way
of speaking metaphorically,
it’s branches, leaves,
blossoms, bole,
all whispering their secrets
I can almost catch
if the wind is right,
if my mind is open
to listen to the unheard,
if my heart is open
to see the unseen,
if my hands are open
to channel its being.
But hate of self
and others for being
not that which we appear
overtake me with a force
fierce in its directness
of how directly opposed
we are to Nature’s nature
that I stop listening,
the tree stops swaying,
and I go turn on the tv.
7/7/2020