Wednesday, September 28, 2016

September 28, 2016

WOODEN

Admiring a wooden floor, a baseball
bat, a wooden table, a wooden statue -
touching the grain - the cut of wood -
mahogany, maple - oak - realizing this
was in the forest - in the rain - in the
sun - in the dark quiet,  unnoticed -
sacred - one of many - seeing the
forest and not the trees - but now -
this floor, this chair, this table, this
wood - has found a home - a place
to shine, wax eloquent - but do we
wonder if it misses - feels bad - has
survival syndrome - because all that
other wood it was neighbor to has
been burnt, rotted, or ended up as a
pallate in a factory or a cross on a hill.




© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016

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