Featured Poems

“The most penetrating preachers”†

…they struggle with all the force of their lives

for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according

to their own laws, to build up their own form, 

to represent themselves…Whoever knows how

to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen

to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach

learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred

by particulars, the ancient law of life.

—Hermann Hesse

 

Today I lay in the crunchy leaves of this homey 

oak pulled skyward where branches sway sovereign 

and Chronos’ foot lofts into my world view. 

 

I walk through an exploded alder and sit alone

in the sculpted stump throne and finger the fresh

initials of a chain-saw weilding Lumberjack and mourn the grandeur of fifty years turned into 

raw timber pyre. 

We walk on the red carpet where giants 

gingerly perch, shallow roots in our Mother 

fueling endless triumph in a duel with gravity. 

There’s a creek and Chronos hears the future falling. 

When a tree erupts, years later,

I am here for the sermon.

 

† With great gratitude to Hermann Hesse’s
Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

 

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