Oh Light,
that you come find me
where I am
and lay your ribbons around me.
That I believe myself alone
until I see the leaves
and their hues change
at the touch of sun.
I see the sea,
and how the sky
is mirrored in its surface,
its radiance doubled.
And perceive then
how everything touches
everything else.
How even the pine needles
I sit upon
that were once tree
are cushioning me.
That I cannot move
through the world
without my own influences upon it
is understood now.
How those around me
are dark green or blue,
to then change hue in my presence.
How I am a still sliver of sea,
who under the encompassment
of another, match the sky
in its changing patterns,
its merging of shades.
A little like this body of water
at its horizon
is now indistinguishable to the heavens.
And I think how the distinctiveness of us each
is a mirage,
when instead we move
in and out of each other
as the tides.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
February 2022
Living Tree Poetry 