TWIG
Twigs and dried leaves that sound
Autumnal cycles seldom found
Here where I see potted things only
I’ll come upon one
I can see one
Nature is many faced
1a
Electrons are said to be
Profusely distributed under our skin
I’ll marvel at the nature in my earthly garment
2
But twigs I can imagine
How they break I cannot tell
But break they do with sound or not depending on the
Auditor
I think I’d rather ponder quantum inner things
Than bear the guilt of broken twigs ignored
Of course there are these cycles
Either in picturesque
Walk scenes or landfills
3
A census of twigs
I see it
Perhaps I will go to the park
A nice fantasy
I cannot even go down the hall
My limit is the feel of water temperature
I will often ask for frozen water
Set beside me here
Exulting in the first cold flow
From the first melting
Knowing
4
The circle is complete
For surely twigs
Are present in the reservoir from which
This water came
Electric transit merges twigs
With lapping drink
And as I feel the frigid flow
I’ll simply know
The twigs unseen are there
Along with access to driveways I’ve known
From whence I once reached destinations
Past St. Helens to forested cathedrals
Where a glorious twig I know resides
Giving not one hint of provenance
Regal in rest
I haven’t stirred an inch but I have felt
The wonder
And reached down to pick it up