Nature and Man

What wonder is there

In a brick, a tower, or a tree?

What do we espy

In a blade of grass, or a stone?

We all have our stories

In stained windows and pillars.

Our hearts have been twisted

In steel, concrete, and rust.

Walk to the forest floor

With needles and opened cones.

We need dappled sunlight,

Calm corners and waterfalls.

Where do our judgments end?

With hot sand and salty water.

Where do we begin?

With deep oceans and looming mountains.

Our faults no longer lie

With gasoline and paper plates.

They all end in the dirt

Of freshly dug holes and silence.


© 2018 Valerie Hathaway



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