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