Tall Logepole Pines In September

Somewhere in the logepole jungles of the Northern Rocky's, Elk hunting

Forests changing and changeless
Sticks stack until bottom
Arrives finally at earth
Where it begins growing
Rocks cry minerals until
They bleed to sand
Becoming earth like the sticks
Moving and still
Can I speak of life
When I am a human
All one thing or another?

I am ether dead or alive
Or happy or sad
All the things I built
I thought would stand
Forever, or else my lifetime
This is the exception of humans
Replace decaying growing nature
With skyscrapers infinite
Tall meant for being
It's true that after concrete
Grass has a hard time.

My allegiance is unknown
Despising as I do mankind
If only for our pomposity
We use all things
Ends to our ends
Till hours take on capitalism
And what we call time
Is regimented into hours
Blue is only blue
Because someone said it

I would be for woods
And yet being of mankind
I would cut and bend
Destroy what I love
Like people do everywhere
I could hate change
And yet always look to
New seasons changing
I love the absolute
One law for things
But the yin and the yang?

One thing and two things
Duality is one thing perhaps
The Trinity is one thing
I love sameness unchanging
And yet I die daily?
Cells change die reborn
My comfort pattern thrown
New roads strange
Newness undigested
I crave the familiar
But forest familiar is change.

Logepoles are my tree
Dead bottom branches
Fall into sticks
And rise to grass
All are married the same
On the top green
Aspen leaves quake for sun
Making shade in the process
Duality is everywhere breathing
In like birth
Out like sex and death

So what then for me
What could politics do?
They all teach sameness
Or changing difference
I have nothing to preach
But plant a seed
Make a baby
Grow something
Sit in forests
Love all seasons
Decay till you grow again.



Chad Allbrett

Reviews

[Shadows of Sight]

This was awsome! I loved the flow and the images that danced down the lines like a waterfall of beautiful thought! Such wonderous and mysterious places those old forest can be. Sometimes though we learn more from them, and the outside world seems the mystery! :)

One spelling mistake I found. "berth" I think you ment to have it be "Birth"

Great Write! :)

[yinseriv]

I really liked this poem. The contrasts you presented were good. The imagery was inticing. It made me want to share a campfire and some conversation with you. Just like I would a trusted friend.

Thanks for the write.