Poems and Stories Found While Walking in Woods
by Stephen Harrod Buhner


DISTURBED BY WIND

A two-thousand-year-old tree 
in an ecosystem filled 
with a 
   tumultuous, 
       complex, 
          riot 
      of interacting plant species
  feels 
markedly different 
than a lone sapling 
surrounded by grass, 
stark in the front yard 
of a new housing development, 
or the Norfolk pine 
leaning drunkenly 
in the corner of the kitchen. 

The green, 
   orderly 
   lawns 
surrounding children's homes 
do not bear any relationship 
   to the up-and-down, 
       uneven landscapes 
           filled with giant, craggy outcroppings 
      of the immeasurably ancient stones of Earth 
   that wild landscapes often possess. 

A calm pond lends us serenity,
yet when its waters
    are disturbed 
                 by wind
are we not also disturbed?
our emotions unsettled?

Where is it 
           that our feelings 
                  really come from?

Copyright (c) 2003 Stephen Harrod Buhner, All rights Reserved

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