I Heard an Oak Tree
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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.
Dual Panel Mixed Media Acrylic on Acrylic with Recycled Plastic, 28” x 24.” Click here to inquire about purchasing this piece. |
I HEARD AN OAK TREE
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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 of trees |
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, rooted, like you, reaching like you." |
