Don't take anything literally.


Logic is for Mathematicians

I walked to the green forests
Where I ponder on my life,
Wife, kids, and all that comes in such
a lovely package

My back touched the bark
Of an old redwood tree
And as I count to three I find my mind adrift
A rift of time and space

Somewhere the tree spoke to me
Not the one I leaned on, mind you
Maybe two or three miles away
I sat there for a year figuring out just
Which tree it had to be

I sat there in the forest for so long
I felt as though my shoes were roots themselves
Learning more forestwise then
Could be done with shelves
Shelves and shelves of books

My hair turned gray by end of day
My hands were blue and green with such triumph
And though my eyes avoided contact with the air
Somehow I glanced for more trees to talk to

I never hungered, never thirst
The world around me nutured me well
I suppose the water from the tree I could use
But that would be a waste of time
And seeing how I can't move...



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-11-12 at 10:19

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