DEEP GREEN

DEEP GREEN

I miss that heavy forest;

moss on the north side of

fat trees, whose feet rest

in the creek, hugging stones

with their long toes.

When I was young, I built a fort

twenty feet up in this one’s hair.

I swung on a vine from her

highest limbs, a muscadine

sacrificed to my Tarzan dreams.

I flew through a dappled galaxy

out over Sandy Creek

born a quarter mile back

at a uterine crack in the bluff…

streaking now, naked, cold and clean

to tickle these hairy old roots,

and wear away at a billion years

of crystal and stone.

Her ancient soul

waits for me to pass, and

I will not disappoint her.

I am less than this drink of water

she’s been sipping since before 

my grandfather cleared the pasture 

a hundred feet to the west.

She sighs, 

orgasmic in her ponderous fashion.

sated on yellow pollen.

Satisfied!

SO satisfied!

Six moons from today,

and for the five hundredth time,

she’ll birth her million acorns.

While I gasp for breath

at some smoky bar

in the city.

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[Lorry]

And yet we still think we know it all! Our lives must pass in the outward breath to some things that will know and understand more than we ever will.
I wonder if they have even began pondering us yet, the whiny irritants that just keep replacing themselves in the hope that one day they (we) will matter.

[Vol]

And we insist on our own unlimited value but think the greatest things ever done were in our generation