She Sat Beneath ...

She Sat Beneath The Darkn'ing Trees

She sat beneath the dark'ning trees
Within the morning's mist
And let her thoughts so lightly seize
The rambling bramble's twist.

She gazed upon its glass smooth stalk,
Its thin yet threat'ning thorn
And used its image as a chalk
On this tabula rasa morn.

She found in it an answer
As a question echoed through
The stage on which she danced her
Lonely pas de deux.

The message had her mazed at first
But held the flint of thought
Against the steel of unaware
Until the flame was wrought.

She knew there was a lot to learn
In what before her grew
So she ceased to fret and yearn
And allowed the lesson through.

She was not long in waiting
Once her thoughts were freed
And soon she found the mating
Of the water and the seed.

The one thing that before her rose
To stand in brilliant light
Was how fast the smoothness goes
Whene'er the thorn holds tight.

Michael Bahm

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