Mother Wit
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Might we have a distorted view of wisdom?
Mother Wit
It chooses to whisper
Having endured shouting decades
Feigned listening
Maelstrom's noise
Left behind
Is but a parade
Just married tin cans
Tied to mankind's bumper
How circular the process
Sitting atop time's tree house
This place of early discoveries
Where dos and don'ts became but chaff
Covering kernels of slow growing wisdom
Where innocence washed down
Curiosity's adult fantasies
Ala clandestine Smirnoff watermelon
Now
Hearing tiny sparrows
Nesting high above
Chirping hunger pangs
Awaiting mother and worm
Below
The squirrel rustling through
Acorns
Pausing
Listening to It
While listening to itself
A smile envelops the moment
As far as the eye can see
Roof tops recede
As conifers take their rightful place
Hosting fowl and predator alike
Hoping this stand of nature's essence
Will not be a last stand
In the distance
Heavy earth moving sounds
Pause to be absorbed
Swallowed by evergreen
Rock
Life
Nature's patience
It whispers
As It knows
For all who'll hear
The ancient sound
The BCE echo for many
The Big Bang frequency for others
Peace
Tranquility
Prescience
Hears not noise
Discerns not silence
But embraces the quintessential
Everything
That
Is
Nothingness
In disguise
Dare listen
Copyright © Odin Roark | Year Posted 2013
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