What the plants say, by Tom Hennen

I’ve accumulated a number of poems I wanted to share here, so for some arbitrary reason, I declare this nature poetry week on SOIMF (Standing Out In My Field).

What the Plants Say

Tree, give up your secret. How can you be so satisfied? Why

don’t you need to change location, look for a better job, find

prettier scenery, or even want to get away from people?

Grass, you don’t care where you turn up. You appear running

wild in the oat field, out of a crack in a city street. You are

the first word in the vocabulary of the earth. How is it that you

are able to grow so near the lake without falling in? How can

you be so alert for the early frost, bend in the slightest breeze,

and yet be so hard to break that you are still there, quiet, green,

among the ruins of others?

Weed, it is you with your bad reputation that I love the most.

Teach me not to care what anyone has to say about me. Help me

to be in the world for no purpose at all except for the joy of

sunlight and rain. Keep me close to the edge where every wild

thing begins.

– Tom Hennen


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