child science

our immediate intuition
says we’re not the pine tree
says we’re not the mountain
we’re not even patagonia
vibrating underneath herself
but it doesn’t end there, —
and neither are we
an only child,
so we go back to the edge
of the pine
to the gazing mountain
we beg the beautiful bastion
to forgive us our ignorance
and our collective myopathy
— is it in our burning existence
of sheer chance
and star dust joy
that we are only beginning
to see we are one with
and one in this world?
we’ve clung to our stubborn
illusions long enough

::

for Real Toads

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18 thoughts on “child science

    1. ah, but could you see yourself as a tree? just wondering, pondering. you don’t have to answer such an odd question Frank:) thanks for reading. I’m reading Seven Brief Lessons on Physics currently…hence

  1. Your poem brings to mind this by Basho in his Road to the North:
    Don’t forget to show my master
    The famous pine of Takekuma,
    Late cherry blossoms
    Of the far north.

  2. This resounds with truth, while gently reminding us of our unfailing arrogance in the face of the natural world. A meaningful and needful message.

  3. is it in our burning existence
    of sheer chance
    and star dust joy
    that we are only beginning
    to see we are one with
    and one in this world?

    I am literally swooning right now ❤️

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