Arise! the moon commands,
It is the New Year.
Trees! Agitate your leaves!
The fellow is not paying attention,
He thinks he has forever to discover who he can be.
The Moon is wise to me,
Knows I’ve longed to shed my ways,
But the pocketbook says otherwise;
This is your time to buy some status quo,
And the whisper from the Insta hot water tap has my ear:
Isn’t it rich, the warm good life?
Just as it is?
Wake up! warns the moon.
It is the New Year.
Wash your feet in freezing water;
While you shake with the cold,
Notice that the Spruce boughs run with sap,
And huckleberry branches blush with berries.
Their colors announce they are about to scatter seeds.
You can only watch,
But they are becoming.
You! The Moon orders,
Drop to your knees.
Dig your fingers like roots into the ground.
Grasp that magic stone,
Its music flowing into your knuckles.
Never mind that your nails are broken,
And that your beard grows white;
You might unearth one song that you can sing.
Can you hear me? She says with love.
It is the New Year.
Mike, comments from a fellow barrister. I was licensed and practiced in Washington from from 1964-2018. Single, words can be so important and thought provoking. The word that stood out to me in “Arise” was “blush,” and I have been tossing it around in my mind. How little thought I have given to my annual seeing of numerous kinds of plants presenting their specialized gift that none other can duplicate- huckleberries, black berries, raspberries, strawberries, apples of all kinds, oranges, grapefruit, lemons, pineapples, coconuts,ad infinitum. Then, personally think about the implications and feelings that go with BLUSHING- self pride, embarrassment, recognition of achievement, ill at ease getting attention, and on and on. Perhaps it is that complex even for a huckleberry. Your word choice was a mind grabber!
Roger