Petrified Wood - Renee Dryfoos

[Larry Robinson]

Petrified Wood 

In this moment,
the wind lofted branches

dance their familiar pine waltz.

And while the June snowfall clings, 

the granite peaks remain

seemingly permanent, unchanging.

While elsewhere, 

the virus dance destroys,

and cuts open inequities

 to global view,


and rage

 at the atrocities to which we are powerless, 

channels

to meet the currents of rage

at the human atrocities we must control.



Here, the ancient deaths become rocks of treasure,

 spawning new appreciation.

Yet, let us not take aeons -of grains as small as sand -

of empathy , compassion, and justice,


to bring us to treasure the present,

 human, xylem and phloem of our communities.

Let us not wait

 for the living gifts of our people

 to turn to stone, before they are preserved. 


	- Renee Dryfoos
-------------- next part --------------
An HTML attachment was scrubbed...
URL: <http://lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poetrylovers/attachments/20200721/84051b69/attachment.html>