I sat beneath a stately fir,
calling out like an abandoned child:
Can you hear me, tree?
Air, do you know I’m here?
Timid voice of an embarrassed fool in the woods.
The wordless ditty which rose from me,
was answered by a rustling, as of a delicate rattle,
from the bare twigs of a young maple sitting next to me.
Rhythm to my melody.
Words joined in:
I am here, I am here – and you are too,
I sang onto the bark of the fir.
You are here, you are here – and I am too,
I sang into the air.
Still lost I got up, following
what looked like an inviting trail
deeper into the woods.
Delighted, when I noticed there was no trail
but only invitation.
Is there one consciousness or are there many
bubbling up from a groundless ground?
And why, if one, did I just imagine a male god?
This is when I suddenly could sense and almost see her
an all-encompassing she,
as I stood among the trees,
my arms spread to reach into the air, touching her.
I was inside and she was woman and I was received.
When the human veil faded it gave way to more
and she was forest, and I was inside and part and not apart.
And she was air, caressing me outside and in.
She was earth and snow under my feet.
And every tree was she and I was too
and all belonged.
AAh. Yes. All belonged. Loved your poem, Stefan. Miss you. Erica
Oh, how sweet to hear from you, Erica. I miss you too….. Stefan
Odd to enter the page after your lovely poem that took me into the woods of my own experience, and see an ad for Goodgame Empire……
love to you Stefan,
Thank you for writing, Leslie. I am happy that my poem took you into your own woods.
Goodgame Empire? What’s that? Not sure I want to know. Do you see ads on my blog page? I hope not.