Not one of those leaves
declares its independence
from the tree, nor does
the tree announce itself
free and independent
of ground or sky
or whim of weather.
Without thought, they claim
their place – one part
of an interactive whole.
It’s just us unwisely named
homo sapiens who deny
what the leaves and tree
already know.
JDG
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Joan, what an apt independence day poem. Why do we continue to seek independence from the ground or the sky or even the “whims of weather”? Or each other for that matter.
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Thanks LuAnne. I think, in an acknowledgement of the interactive whole, I could easily include your words “or each other for that matter” in this poem. 🙂
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