Friday, June 5, 2009

Aspen

Lean toward the wind
With each gust, dip and bow for what’s sacred.
Leaves quake and shimmer in this dance--
does anyone notice?

I see arch in your spine
sheer strength where you meet the earth
But what is underneath?

It is the question for all of us.
We see what we see
But what about what we don’t

I’ll breathe your air
and watch you flutter
and wonder what you’re thinking
or if you can.

I know I’m looking at you,
have I considered if you’re looking back ?
What could you be writing?