In times
of good
and bad
I let nature
be my teacher.
One leaf
sways
as gently
as a summer song,
not so I can sing along–
but to remind me
that I belong
in these last pieces
of greenery,
they are not simple
scenery
they are our home
a good climb upon a hill
does more for me
than an hour in mass,
sings me back the source
layered in my own skin
not to spite religion
but society warms itself
on separation,
these leaves
that sway
sing songs of connection
of life
that will stand
long after we fall–
no human controls all.
Instead I open up
my window,
lean into the wind
and listen.
January 10, 2016
