Poem: Dreaming in Eons

A wooded river landscape with fishermen in a boat, a ruined building beyond and figures crossing a bridge

By George Barret,

What did the trees tell me?
walk in the appalachians
proud as British brass,
used to whistle: nature can’t humble me.


What did the sky tell me?
that birds don’t take well to inflated balloons,
stuck in their trees.
so, I shrunk my head in the laundry room
didn’t talk more than I should,
let the birdies sing.

what did the water tell me?
I am at their mercy,
big, blue and godly
began to bow my head
waterfalls, almighty.

What did the bugs tell me?
this is their home
guest welcome with pin prick kisses.


What did the sun teach me?
 I want the form
 function of light.