as disciple to master
early in my poetic journey
I felt as disciple to master
when I sought to understand the natural world,
I wandered the woods in search of lessons,
hiked up and down mountains
to figure out their stories,
watched carefully the seasons,
looked through each lens I could find at the Earth:
the geological, the zoological, the botanical, the meteorological,
the constancy of a mountain top,
the ephemeral moments of a wildflower,
the enduring will of a tree,
like the Earth’s contours, I have been transformed by a stream,
my pulse quickened by a bear, an elk, an owl,
I have sought to know the children
so that I can know the mother,
we come from Gaia,
and we should know her well,
before we embark on our own paths.
by Henry H. Walker
November 26, ‘22