The Listening Poem by Laurence Overmire

The river
Tells me things
I never understood
Before

And the trees

Those great standing
Forefathers
Nod their heads
In agreement

I hold the rock
In my hand
And feel that dense
Encrusted wisdom

The ages speak
In the rhythm of the stone
Of galaxies and
Light years

Hence

I take this primitive knowledge
Planted in the seed of my
Scantily clad
Breath

And give it back to the
Earth
The place laid out for me and
My time

In peace.

~ Laurence Overmire