This poem is an ode to nature speaking to us, and in particular exploring the notion of Nature or God as a subject, not mere object or inert matter, but infused with spirit.
It is I, Can You Not Hear Me?
Can you not hear me?
In the wind
Like breath
That comes and goes
From where nobody no’s
Can you not hear me?
Echoing throughout the earth
Trod under
And holding upright
Can you not hear me?
In the rain
Falling down
As sow many angels
Can you not hear me?
In the grass and trees
Reaching for the sun
Haplessly hoping
Like Sisyphus and Icarus
Just in time
Hour brethren
Can you not hear me?
In creatures small and large
Bugging
Creeping
Scampering
Flying
Can you not hear me?
In the stars
Punching light out
In the darkest dark
Can you not hear me?
In a laugh and wry smile
In a solitary tear
Do you have years to hear?
Can you not hear me?
It is I
Can you not here me?
