Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Recovery Plan

author’s note:

I don’t think we can build cathedrals anymore--that includes any type of architecture that would serve that purpose.

I believe we have to go outside; to the land, to the sea, to the sky.


To feel the buried heart
she has to walk on black earth--
on ground layered
with decay and shadows.

The tall monolithic trees
watch her every step
but can not offer
either encouragement
or advice.

She believes she
might be the only one
who searches this forest.
Others may peruse the rocks and moss
and jutting roots.
She doesn’t begrudge them
as long as they don’t disturb
her worship
with the least rudeness
--even to an earthworm
    or a fallen acorn.

Only recently did she realize
she comes here to search;
the trees can only wait--the trees
must allow her to recognize
for herself

that she uncovers that heart
step by step by step.

And so she remains
frustrated, near rage,
near tears

but never stops

© 2009, Michael R. Patton
earnest audio
new steps

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