Wednesday, October 7, 2015


In thinking of the sequoias, I remember Tolkien's Ents. I imagine sequoias speaking slowly, maybe one word every ten years. If I listen long enough, sit with them long enough, maybe I will hear a word or two.

In California the sequoias
Are stressed
By four years of drought
Even as South Carolina floods
And floods
And floods again.
Stress arrives
In so many forms.
Today brings with it
Its own stress.
It is not the rain
Or lack of it.
The sequoias live
Thousands of years.
I would like to sit
With sequoias
Hold their branches
Touch their roots
Tell them
This too will pass.

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