Look and see; do not see concepts; see what is!
daddy! the clouds move!
the whole sky is moving.
come, look out the window.
he teaches me to stare at a far far tree
and then we count together
silently
to ten, to fifteen
and more and more of the low darkening cloud
is swallowed into the forest
yes, sweetboy, I see it
thank you so so much for telling me!
I hold his hand lightly
and think about the life in movement
and it wakes in me a thought
it is cause it moves so slow
we do not usually see
know what, sweetboy?
the forest also moves
the forest moves too! it walks!
he gives me the look
when he knows 99% I am joking again
but then holds it open, a smidgen
it’s true
if we could look with superslow eyes
then see one thing for one hundred years
(we would have to count silent
a long time
to more than a million!)
and new baby trees would spread
coming closer very slowly
they can go everywhere
even on streets and parking lots
only the bulldozers are stopping them
once there was a forest
from here to the Mississippi River, sweetboy
the Indians were smart
they just let it keep walking.
_______RS
[ Image : this is a snippet from one of the many paintings by Mary Louise Holt, whose subject matter often is the imagined world of the Eastern woodland indigenous tribes, and nature as well. ] (link)
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Lovely.
thank you, Carol.
Love this poem.
I am glad you like it.
Lovely poem and beautiful image! Thank you for sharing them!
thanks & you are welcome π
“…if we could look with superslow eyes…” A fresh perspective, indeed! Love the poem. π
I thank you, SS. thanks for saying. π
It’s so amazing post. Beautifully writtenπ thank you for sharing
what a nice compliment — I am glad it affected you. thanks for commenting, and pleased to meet you π
Same here, I really loved this post. That’s why, I shared my views. π
sweet composition! Luv that baby trees crawl towards each other. Eventually, they meet and hug, don’t they — when their branches touch? And the clouds above clap from delight that there is love in the land?
certainly their roots entangle, spreading updates about the soil’s local nutrition π
the forrest is so divine in your poem!
xie xie.
Nice π₯°
thank you kindly π
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Such a beautiful story about belief, perspective and life as seen though wide-open eyes.
Thanks for saying, Karima, and thanks so much for reading it.