I Go Among Trees
I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it fears in me leaves me, and the fear of me leaves it. It sings, and I hear its song. Then what I am afraid of comes. I live for a while in its sight. What I fear in it leaves it, and the fear of it leaves me. It sings, and I hear its song. After days of labor, mute in my consternations, I hear my song at last, and I sing it. As we sing, the day turns, the trees move.
A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997, (Counterpoint, 1999)





Wendell Berry, all time fave <3
Oh how I love how this poem is about fear, and the healing salve of trees, the wise and forgiving beings we humans are driving virtually to extinction for the sake of cattle grazing and greed. "Forest bathing" can be such a profoundly healing gift, and re-acquaint us with the "interbeing" we're here to awaken back into the experience and knowing of. Thank you so much for including this poen in your "Only Poems Daily" edition!