There's A Lot To Be Learnt From Nature

Babbacombe Bay (2012)

I.

do you ever think

that maybe the sun

gets sick 

of smiling 

down at strangers

in an audience 

that

never 

even

bothers 

to look 

up?

and yet still, each morning

the spectacle continues to rise

shining, singing

to deaf ears

blind minds— 

silent applause.

II.

i feel the wind's breath

creeping up my spine

and can't help but wonder

if maybe the only reason

he whistles is to be heard.

maybe 

the wind is just as lonely

as the next passer-by 

he tries to hug

but gets lost in translation:

soft skin kisses

transform into blows

this power

he cannot control—

he calls it 

love.

but others only ever see 

destruction.

and maybe now they 

both mean the same thing anyway.

III.

perhaps trees 

only sway

as an attempt 

to unchain themselves

from the roots that 

shackle them to the ground

confined by the soil 

that anchors them 

to a cage

they're convinced 

is called 

"home."

they say

every tree

has a story to be told:

the squirrel

who hollowed out its heart

and made a life out of

the rotting rings inside;

dead voices

carved into peeling skin

arms outstretched

only ever greeted by air

and the occasional bird 

that comes to sit

on a broken-boned bridge 

that once led to somewhere. 

it's true.

every tree 

does have a story 

to be told

and if a tree falls in a forest

and someone is around to hear it

there's no doubt it makes a sound

but the real question

is would anyone

be listening

anyway?

IV.

i think

in a way

humans 

can be a lot like nature too.

TWITTER | INSTAGRAM | FACEBOOK | BLOGLOVIN'