Hope you all like my newest poem. Perhaps it will be fitting for some of you with this autumn season. Anyway, who can argue with aspens and lighthouses?
Consider the Aspens
Consider the aspens, an assembly
Of raised hands, clamoring for attention.
Their leaves shiver in papery excitement,
Their shadows ricochet in the joy
Of the unsaid—a crowded synagogue
Hushed in prayer, a herd of animals
Tangled together in winter—
Testing the enormity of silence.
And I too would like to be a lighthouse.
But would you not rather shout from the hills
Out over the sea, sweeping the white waves
With an ever hurrying hand, colliding
Always with the limits of your own reach—
Would you not wish your lamp of silver leaves
To be sharp as a quiver of arrows,
To toss as wildly as an argument,
Or have you too accepted your lifelong post,
To blink from the top of an untouched mountain?