Shaking the Tree

Shaking the Tree
  
Vine and branch we’re connected in this world 
of sound and echo, figure and shadow, the leaves 
contingent, roots pushing against earth. An apple 
  
belongs to itself, to stem and tree, to air 
that claims it, then ground. Connections 
balance, each motion changes another. Precarious, 
  
hanging together, we don’t know what our lives 
support, and we touch in the least shift of breathing. 
Each holy thing is borrowed.  Everything depends.

 

~ Jeanne Lohmann ~ 

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