WWWWW?
What Would Walt Whitman Want?
I have been unable to focus at work because the sight & sound of a gentle breeze
Dancing through the trees, as each leaf laughs & claps & clasps each other
In raucous applause, is all too distracting.
And I can’t work anywhere without a tree in eyesight
Because I don’t believe i focusing on anything else.
Thank you lord for this blessed & blessed gift.
A cherry sherbet sunset is as much of a splendid surprise
As it is such an obvious natural banal beauty
Trying to screenshot the sun shows no scale, no spirituality, no spirit.
The benefit of listening to the leaves’ laugh and
Naming the clouds like they are something knowable,
Capable of intimacy & understanding
And drinking the wind like its medicine
And tracing the shifts in the smell of the rain.
The benefit is always the persistence of time.
With my eyes downcast, the sky seems stylized in stillness
But to forgo the unnatural world’s distractions even for a moment
Reveals a noisy, lively underbelly
Alive with so many ancient & all encompassing communication styles
That to call it sitting in silence is comical to you