Still Point

Leaving home for work each day

I hear the trees say “What’s your hurry?”
Rooted, they don’t understand

how in my world
we have to rush to keep in step.

I haven’t even time
to stop and tell them
how on weekends, too,
schedules wait like nets.

It’s only on a sick day
when I have to venture out
to pick up medicine

that I understand the trees,
there in all their fullness
in a world unpatterned

full of moments, full of spaces,
every space a choice.

This day has not
been turned yet on the lathe

this day lies open, light

and shadow. Breath
fills the body easily.

I step into a world
waiting like a quiet lover.

- Max Reif

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