Monday, February 25, 2013

Because It Pierces the Earth

Because It Pierces the Earth

You can be in the space between trees
and the space between roots and the trees
they belong to. You can still breathe.
You can make a springy cocoon
from the rotary phone’s curlicued cord.

There are still some places where
you will hear very little
interruptive sound. There is quiet
full of process. An ocean of air
rolls over us, unbeknownst to us,

a baby chipmunk is going to be
born next year, and walk across the place
where your foot is touching a leaf now.
A pine needle has already fallen
since you were resting here,

generations of pine needles
have grown and fallen here for
a hundred years, since the pine’s
birth. A thin strand of grass appears,
green as the trees, and we call it a blade.


  1. "There is quiet / full of process." Yes! The line could stand for the poem itself.

    Love the images of the pine needle and blade of grass.

  2. Beautiful Hannah. I like the quite of it.

  3. you are so damned clever!!!! (i know and cherish this empty space necessary for life.)

    the chipmunk!



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