…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.
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