lessons learned in the morning, on the way there

this oiled gravel path
twists and climbs, and sinks again
to show us
what we have forgotten
on the way

how sun fills valleys
empty of anything but trees,
dances on leaf tips
like light brushstrokes

and how these same trees
left uncut
will arch branches like arms,
and hold hands high up,
shape living tunnels

and also
these curves say something
about the men who made this road
how, instead of blasting a tall, narrow waterfall

they chose to shape a hairpin turn around it
and place a shoulder exactly there
and nowhere else
for no reason

except to allow us to stop
and gasp
at this unexpected gift

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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5 Responses to lessons learned in the morning, on the way there

  1. The voice of the gardener and nature lover! Observant! The last three stanzas are very strong – can I summarise them as beautifully portraying how humanity can make a choice on whether to reap or rape nature in the work of development? well done, Susan!

  2. nelle says:

    Yes. Sometimes a bit of care with necessity can expose a wonder.

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