One Tree

Today, the first and last of every Tree 
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
Maya Angelou

Bonsai Soul, Set Free
@skyloverpoetry

Yes, somehow within me, I am as a tree –
though fixed in time and space, cradled
close to the earth by night, my roots reach
deep, spread wide to touch yours in dreams.

By daylight, I grow into the space we call sky,
where the breeze of your thoughts teases
the topmost branches of my mind and speaks
in the notes of birds, nesting in my hair –

In truth, we are all one. One earth. One sky.
Each leaf is part of the whole. Each flower
calls to the bee. We are neither more nor less
than atoms of universal connectivity. One tree.



Play It Again! With Old Toads offers several inspiring prompts from The Imaginary Garden's archives. This poem is based on Mary's Mixed Bag ~ Connection with a some channeling of Hannah's Transforming Nature prompt about totems, whereby I thought of the tree itself from which totems are carved.
I was also greatly inspired this week, by Maya Angelou's reading of On the Pulse of Morning.

Swift Passage

I embrace the silence of time
which flows between us like a deep
green river divides a continent, unwittingly.

With the integrity of water, pure
at source it moves the endless particles
of unconscious matter downstream, insistently.

The nature of your stillness
is not partial nor given to hostility,
but steady as the undercurrent’s implacability.

I stand opposite, reaching toward
your presence on the far bank, estranged
by the swift passage of nights to fall, indissolubly.



I am doubling up on challenges again this week:

Sanaa's Midweek Challenge asks us to draw inspiration from Pablo Neruda's poem, I like for You to be Still.
Kim's Weekend Challenge, references the poem Let Evening Come, by Jane Kenyon and asks for a pastoral theme written in tercets.