Brian’sPoems

Knock, Knock

A poem for the tree spirits...

I knock on wood
to summon the kindly spirits
who once lived outdoors
in the towering trunks
of deeply rooted trees.

I knock again,
this time for the attention
of all the unseen spirits
residing within the blind spots
of my finite human world.

I knock yet again,
to let them know
I am born again,
and to hear their music,
a silent symphony
for my soul.


Now all this knocking
has become my beating heart,
moving in steady rhythm
with the serene contentment
of our natural world.

My knocking finally stops
as I fall deeply asleep,
and that thin veil between
those sylvan spirits and me
disappears.