Three Souls


O very agèd tree, older than our memory,
Tree of ever-blooming life,
What lessons can you teach to me
Of solitude and strife?

Waterfall, calling out your silver song,
How I long to find you
In the heart of some uncharted forest.

Crocodile, cry no tears for me,
Keep instead your steady watch,
Eyes unblinking, movement shrinking
To the barest twitching of your muscles.

You three souls have witnessed many empires
Rise and fall, and all the while
Your gaze has held unwavering.

We are hastily conceived,
And could benefit from your example—
Patience is a way of being present.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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