Thursday, September 11, 2014

The Tree No One Visits Vs. The Horse No One Rides


So I did. I climbed one afternoon
up that steep, rockyhill,
Stopping to rest and admire a wildflower
And the view of the lake
In the valley down below.

I would have liked a goat for company,
A black-and-white one with a bell
to go ahead, graze awhile and break
The quiet as he resumes his ascent
to where a tree stands dark and silent.

Waiting all these years for someone,
To sit in its shade at ease with himself,
Even wind that's always thinking up
little games for its leaves to play,
In no hurry now to disturb the peace.