Sentience Renewing
by Odin Roark

How often we ignore…

Summer makes ready
trees grown heavy with leaves,
their servitude spreading shade,
cooling needs to rest alone,
regenerate with change,
perhaps with another…

With nature’s omniscient embrace,
we dream in quiet commune,
never needing to see one another,
allowing connection its seductive drowsiness,
relaxed as if by ingestion of wine.

Intoxicative imploring draws us closer,
magical totality presents the fragrance of grass,
the touch of bark,
limb upon limb sanctuary,
leaf upon leaf assurance.

Blushing cheeks radiate skyward,
lifting eyelids of repose,
as we listen…

Together we hear essence
greeting awareness from afar,
like a bee hovering beneath
the sun’s warmth,
gathering generous nectar waiting,
to share with the whole of today and tomorrow,
becoming exemplar with enjoinment,
innate with sentience renewing.