I Heard an Oak Tree
In 2013, I was asked to curate the poetry for a sound and light installation by Italian artist Marco Nereo Rotelli at Northwestern University. Marco asked me to write a poem about saving trees. And I HEARD AN OAK TREE appeared.
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I HEARD AN OAK TREE
And it was in a garden I heard that sound,
A deep groan, like a bass note
searching for the root.
I heard a collision, like hands
pushing aside dirt,
clearing a path for light
to pour into the center of the earth.
I heard a chord
echoing rumours of
sunsets kissing a canopy
And strains of rain streaming life into your limbs.
I heard the Knowing that we belong to
Sameness To earth, to sun, to stars,
to mountains, oceans, trees….
Elements forming you, forming me
With the window open
(the way you like to sleep)
I heard an oak tree
lamenting in the breeze,
"I was here before you,