Friday, July 20, 2012

For Grandfathers

a poem by Rich Pauloo


in the forest
tangle
a circle of young trees
sprouts
from some
empty
origin

it is because
once
long ago
an old and
dying
tree
sensed his mortality
like a loving grandfather
and called
his children
to draw near
in a circle about him
to send shoots into the sky
to carry on the parade of Life
to exalt the wind and minerals
to expand
to inhale
the aroma
of the world

at his
last
gasp 
of air
did he pause
to think
how life
does stretch
such lengths
at death
to continue
breathing?

Mendocino, CA
Summer 2012
photo courtesy of Mark from: http://marks-talesfromthetrails.blogspot.com/

2 comments:

Haku said...

man. i cant even find the words to describe this one... how do you know so deep? the tag 'roots.' that's the closest thing I can get to even skimming surface; i am but a water strider.

Maria said...

water the truth and watch it grow into You तत्त्वमसि