Considering Change
"What's happening here?" she asks men
conferring behind her office building.
The one in a black tie weighs a dark reply.
Her feet suddenly sense shifting ground.
Turns out the men can cut down
any and all the bountiful shade trees.
Slowly, she walks back to the door
attached to a room where she
urges sufferers to let go of weights,
remove veils, put out flaming pain.
Now the counselor must give up
the cottonwoods.
Though she is full of terra,
her heart unknots, she loosens
and breathes long.
Trees or no trees,
she is set on living life in circles,
in layers--deeper, round, further in--
letting pure songs sing inside her
while she faces light, darkness,
love, change.
"What's happening here?" she asks men
conferring behind her office building.
The one in a black tie weighs a dark reply.
Her feet suddenly sense shifting ground.
Turns out the men can cut down
any and all the bountiful shade trees.
Slowly, she walks back to the door
attached to a room where she
urges sufferers to let go of weights,
remove veils, put out flaming pain.
Now the counselor must give up
the cottonwoods.
Though she is full of terra,
her heart unknots, she loosens
and breathes long.
Trees or no trees,
she is set on living life in circles,
in layers--deeper, round, further in--
letting pure songs sing inside her
while she faces light, darkness,
love, change.