
I started up the path to encounter the old man Tillamook
The rocky head, and all along its slopes
The forest, thick-barked layered seasons rain with moss, and trunk with fern
and fungus various,
Walking all among them, new growth springs from toppled giants, snags are crowned with bushes, seedlings, rocks and nesting birds,
A race of tumbling and overtaking,
Each time earth disturbed
Each to its own space and time
While gently falls the rain.
This is the land where great life is heavy, exquisitely balanced
O this is spring, and flowers open up below my feet,
And newborn leaves unfold triumphantly,
Nourished by some dying stump,
a ritual as old as old
Once primordial basaltic flows of the fiery Cascades
Met the vast ocean its endless storms
Molten flowing stone met cold relentless tide
And then began the sculpting
Like a dance set in to motion, rhythm
Rhythm breathing, in and out
and in and out, like
Breathing
Here stood Lewis and Clark one rainy afternoon, at the end of a long, long walk,
Eating beaver and dog with dark skinned natives
Making salt from the ocean, far from all that was familiar
Here, wondering at the poetry of rock and
water, stood these tiny beings,
Invoking God and dreaming through the fog
Through boughs and endless moss-draped
branches, Douglas fir and Sitka Spruce,
And woodland sorrel carpets, boggy meadows, camas bulbs and horsetail fountains
Centuries like breath inhaled, exhaled, the forests fell, first to the axes, then to the saws,
And always to the fires
But mostly to the hunger of the sons of Lewis, daughters of Clark
Who came and
Dared to own this land and use it up
And they had children,
And some of these,
Listened to the old and ancient rhythm of the forest, breathing ever faintly but
In perfect rhythm
Heaing this, one declared:
“A thousand years of rest”
A second growth
I walked it while the rain so gently filtered through the braches of these trees
In layers and seasons of rain and memory,
This bright promise of resurrection
New growth.
Dear John
I love your blog. I would love to talk with you. I am still in PHiladelphia at CHOP/University of Pennsylvania finishing my child and adolescent psychiatry fellowship. Please send me your email. I am very computer illiterate but I can't believe I found your wonderful blog.
Susanka
Posted by: Susan Kulovsky | July 02, 2006 at 03:22 PM