Seer - Raphael Block

[Lawrence Robinson]

Seer 
 
I catch sight of a figure
in a fissure within the body
of an old oak,
praying, hands together, 
a smile upon its face.
 
Revealed by the crumbling, broken
wood, it gazes into a vast distance
as if reading its ways, branches 
yet to leaf, a few of last year’s 
leaves still clinging.
 
The blossoms of a sapling plum
close to the oak’s base shine white.
The figure draws me round again.
 
Come see what I can see.
I live and die within this tree.
Worlds burn, and I’m reborn.
Your worry is so human,
if not wise. It lays a path of caring 
for others to pick up its scent.
 
Under the oaks’ boughs, 
I find contentment. 
The lion hungers. The lion waits. 
The figure falls silent
and will not be coaxed.
 
A careworn face of ancient years
in repose, watching long lines
of honking geese fly in.

	- Raphael Block
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