Still Point
Leaving home for work each day
I hear the trees say “What’s your hurry?”
Rooted, they don’t understand
Rooted, they don’t understand
how in my world
we have to rush to keep in step.
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.
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
when I have to venture out
to pick up medicine
that I understand the trees,
there in all their fullness
in a world unpatterned
there in all their fullness
in a world unpatterned
full of moments, full of spaces,
every space a choice.
every space a choice.
This day has not
been turned yet on the lathe
been turned yet on the lathe
this day lies open, light
and shadow. Breath
fills the body easily.
fills the body easily.
I step into a world
waiting like a quiet lover.
waiting like a quiet lover.
- Max Reif
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