On Threshing Beauty About: A Larkin Leaf

On Threshing Beauty About: A Larkin Leaf
by Oxygen

“Just do the steps that you’ve been shown
By everyone you’ve ever known
Until the dance becomes your very own
No matter how close to yours
Another’s steps have grown
In the end there is one dance you’ll do alone” — from For a Dancer by Jackson Browne

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

You will die soon. So why not pay some attention to Nature? There is much that grows from pain, much beauty to be seen again and again. We can give birth. Continually. Incessantly. [Pause.] Rearing our heads above the rings of pain will be quite the trick. But what beauty abounds from such magnanimous living! We are obliged to Beauty. Obliged to offer up beauty that is within us, that begs to be seen green. We must make like a tree and leaf. Make like a tree as we leave.

Oxygen (Richard Oxman) can be reached at tosca.2010@yahoo.com