When I am in the woods, I stay quiet
I want to be like a tree
A tree only moves when something moves it
It does not try to imitate anything else
It is always true to itself
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what else?
the day is too still
to begin.
I hope the sun
never breaks
through the clouds.
I hope my mind stays
unclear
and every breath
barely a whisper.
what then?
what else?
murky waters
an old photograph shows
my father
I was just a child
looking up in wonder
The pond shimmered
cool and
refreshing relief from the heavy summer
heat
We used to leap from
the muddy bank
into the murky water below
offered us secrets only children could sense
we were still so young
looking up the way only children can
do
while the adults pretended
in the way only adults
do
wildly
no one says to the cool rain,
“show me how to rejoice.”
children’s laughter
and bird song
wildly, wildly
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