Now back from the Embracing Nature’s Complexity conference in Munich, I’m wrestling with the complexity of perspectives encountered there and how to convey that complexity in a single simple Substack post. This will take a little while. In the meantime, the experience generated a number of poem fragments, three of which I’ve combined into a little triptych.
A Poem on the Way to a Report
Morning and the rituals of birds
which aren't rituals
but original force
and intelligence.
What have we have forgotten?
What might we yet remember?
Strange chorus
car sounds and bird song
heavy engines and slender throats
and me sitting before a plate glass window
surrounding a pulse
hand across the page
like a pushed wave.
*
A clutch of pines rise
on the neatly clipped lawn
upper branches opened
by light:
this other kind of singing.
*
When water is enough again
and the sacred prose of stones
the old forms will be remembered
children will have more to stand on
for gravity and light
motion and remembrance
the dark-eyed knowing of deer
the halls between Alder
the unseen rivers
moving beneath our feet
the cloud-passings and wind-liftings
will resume their order.
Tomorrow will be safe
as yesterday.
A sunrise will be our proof.
Wow, Rob! You went to Germany - very cool!
Love your snippets of poetry always!
Yeah, that's nice poetry, alive like the life forms it reaches towards, and receives from...