Return to Woods
Return to woods
after working in commerce
selling fruit 6 weeks
at Renaissance Faire.
Twenty thousand faces and bodies moving passed me –
I hawk, “Come grapple with a pineapple;
Tango with a mango;
Get higher with a papaya.”
Selling, yelling, joking
in vast imitation 16th century marketplace,
an arena of business, theater and music.
Now I am hauling firewood to house
to prepare for winter.
I go to spring for water.
Sit down and watch water striders on pond
send circular ripples outward with every movement.
with every movement.
I recognize my mind
sending ripples thru my body
with every thought.
I wait for the stillness
0f the Redwood in front of me –
Growing straight toward sun.
© Allen Cohen
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