She did undress for me

She did undress for me
Or perhaps more truthfully
She allowed me to see her bare
Without my asking

I did not protest, I confess
But watched in rapture
Entranced as eyes move from shadowy crotch
To length of limbs for legs
And a long slender trunk inviting admiration too

All naked of bark
And lying there on the ground
Singed gray by fire from the sky
With wild grass blades for hair
In just the right places

I am not foolish enough to say “No”
To the eyes making love with a tree
Particularly one lying so invitingly on forest’s floor
Reminding me of the debt this gift of body incurs
One day to again lay between the legs of the Great Mother
Stripped of breath and human bark and flesh

At home with Earth and Sun
Wind and rain and snow and stars and moon
My companions as I too
Again shape-shift into soil
Completing yet one more round
In the great cycle of living and dying
reciprocally giving back—what is given

Notes & Reflections:
Show me a man or woman who is not moved by the sensuality inherent in nature… and I’ll show you someone cut off from their own life-force. And going yet further, I’ll wager that learning to open our senses within the natural world to our imaginations, is not only a kind of home-coming but also a pathway to personal and collective healing of our separation from nature, from our very selves.
This poetic riff is simply a celebration of my own senses coming awake in the world.

2 Comments

  1. Cheryl Slover-Linett

    05/14/2018 at 2:35 am

    I do so love seeing death and rebirth in nature…very comforting as well as a being a new lens on life.

  2. Larry Glover

    05/14/2018 at 12:36 pm

    Your love of seeing this is part of what I try to reference as…”She did undress for me….” The very fact and willingness to see and integrate this into one’s system is no small thing. Not everyone so readily sees this as you do, let alone loves to see this.
    Makes me wonder too, if our cultural disassociation from the processes of dying, from our own mortality, is in some way sharing roots with our cultural demand to be separate from and above nature?

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