PERHAPS

“…perhaps 

what is asked of us is zero. Perhaps we are like the seed of the lodgepole pine

that opens through no effort of its own. It needs the heat of a wildfire blaze.

… the carbon-rich soil left by the fire that feeds the seed and helps the tree grow.”

Perhaps.

Perhaps we too can ‘soften, open and yield’

To what is, to what is here anyway, bidden or unbidden.

And, ‘see what happens next’.

Perhaps..

Like the marram beach grass that grows and

stabilizes by spreading a system of underground runners

called rhizomes that form an underground living net

we too are invited to ‘stabilize down under’.

To take a deep breath, find our feet, and return to

The root of the root of ourselves

when change happens in all directions.

The red dirt road we’ve walked for 20 years,

Now being prepared for paving;

The beautiful beach pines leading to the beach

Now being cut in half by the

power company, clearing the way for wires.

The seven trees we had to take down,

trees that initially survived hurricane Fiona,

now dead from the long term

impact of saltwater.

Perhaps…

The invitation is to simply

‘allow’; to “presence” change.

To stay curious, open, and notice

what newness comes alive,

when change comes upon us.

Bidden or unbidden an invitation arrives to notice

our underground root system, a network of belonging

Another living net.

  ~ Marcella K-G

Today's poem prompt from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer's poem: “Serotinous” https://ahundredfallingveils.com/2022/05/22/serotinous/ :

Today’s prompt:

“…perhaps what is asked of us is zero. Perhaps we are like the seed of the lodgepole pine

that opens through no effort of its own. It needs the heat of a wildfire blaze.

… the carbon-rich soil left by the fire that feeds the seed and helps the tree grow.”

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