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