|Source (Muir Woods)|
How to celebrate you, my forest, my tree trunks,
branches and leaves? Does my entering you suffice?
Is taking time to absorb your grace enough?
You surely enter me through eyes and nose and heart,
you pierce me with pleasure and more—with love arrows.
You ask me to absorb you as I move forward, drawn
by one detail after another. I opened the cover,
you say, now stay and read the book, leaf after leaf.
I’ll try to swallow you, body to body, one
mutual celebration, you giving more than you get,
ancient ones, as usual. I know. I feel it.
This is how we celebrate, bark to skin, gentle
kisses as we brush, fern to thigh, standing quiet
to breathe and sniff, sap to blood, and vein to vein.
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast