“Oneness”
Thoreau must have known that we are all one —
the trees, the water, the wind & I.
There is no difference, other than
the form we take.
Where I walk, the Earth bends;
a branch may break, an ant may scurry,
leaves will be displaced.
The wind is my breath and the pines my lungs. We are
sharing the same moment in time—we are
co-existence.
The force of pushing a stem, out from
our rhizome, through the dark
decay of soil, through the forgotten
dead ash leaves—so that my
bud may see the light, open up
my petal arms to the sun, in the middle of the forest,
where bees nest in yester-year’s snags.
They seek the nourishment of my pollen center.
We are more than interdependent —
We are within one great organism, that is one of
many great organisms, that
circle around cosmic bodies &
elemental materials yet to have
human names.
I imagine Thoreau in his cabin,
quietly seeking words yet to describe the
sensation of
interconnection with that pond,
those pines, and the expanse
of his time in grace and solitude.
-KC, 4/17/20