Camouflaged conversations

Here’s a poem I wrote in the Spring highlighting our preoccupation with personal problems. I’m guilty of wallowing inside myself, but have learned to look up, take a deep breath and appreciate the otherness of Nature. Sitting under a tree’s canopy can calm the mind and lead it down the middle path, opening our awareness, embodying the purpose and patience of place-based meditation…

The ancient eavesdropper

Camouflaged conversations

Airborne ash tree
boughs beside the
byway, shuffling
foliage-whispers
awash in
sunny
side up
broken on
breezes
breathed
below
to
walking
& talking
denizens
who tread
unaware of
Spring-splotched
shadows arching
edgewise within
earshot and
eyesight,
conversations
camouflaged,
muted,
masking
what
matters
most,
life distant,
no natural light
let inside to right
ourselves,
senses
stuck
on pavement,
steamrolled by
p
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r
s
o
n
a
l

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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