But if I Look


But if I Look



If I keep thinking

how my hopes can flourish

in these seemingly luckless years,

soon I will be mad

with fear and futility.


     But if I look at the branches of trees

stretching upward, individual as any

ancient god, and look and feel

their surety, complexity and peace . . .

     If I strive to learn one thing from their

underappreciated presence, then awakened

I would be like a mustard seed

touched by sunlight.


© 1992 by Allison Grayhurst





Published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” October 2018




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