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Treasure Tree


In the meadow, tall and free,

I saw a gnarled treasure tree,

its bark held pockets of moss and more

gifts not found in town or store,

latticed lichen, bugs, each beak

of tiny birds nestled wing to cheek


And by its roots, as was its habit,

a snoozing, brown, bespeckled rabbit,

that promptly raised its sleeping head

and gazed without an ounce of dread,

then slowly hopped away from me,

to lounge at another side of the tree


Against the trunk I leaned full length,

the tree, it lent to me its strength,

and also several curious ants

(I had to brush them off my pants)

I sighed as I stood bark to cheek

and let down fall my heavy week


The week, it landed on springy grass

along with each alack, alas,

right next to a bunch of yellow flowers,

upon which bees hummed for hours,

about nectar, honey, sun and rain,

while I started to feel myself again


I stood in the sunshine at my leisure,

then thanked the tree for every treasure,

though it ran no errands, paid no bill,

had no obligations to fulfill,

simply by standing and being a tree

it gave peace and solace to more than me


Eliel Fionn 2/23/23

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We don’t want

to talk about

those people,

the ones that came



It was hard,

being poor,

the war, the work

that chapped the hands

and curved the back


Why remember

the unpleasantness

of their struggles,

when you can focus

on now


But see how my roots

still entwine me,

the fearful folk who fled

their home ground,

unwelcome there


I am bound

by ideas unconscious

but carried

carried into the future

by them, by me


Their blood still pulses

in my veins, they

keep me alive

through every hard



They are the salt

in my blood

that savors me

flavors me,

their sweat, their tears


I am from those

who came before,

though I never knew them-

gone long before

I ever became


I am full

of generations,

even of their joy

in knowing

I carry them still


Eliel Fionn 12/29/23

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I found a poem

in the garden

between the watering can

and a row of peas

where the sun

lay glistening


I found a poem

in the park

down the curve

of a slide

and the glee

of a child


I found a poem

under the covers

where my feet

reached past

our warmth

and felt the cold


I found a poem

in my head

but didn’t write

it down,

and then

I forgot every line


But even that

was a poem,

the empty space

that every rhyme


disappears into


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from your bones

and let the structure

of joy move you,

your arms

embracing everything

in half rounds



from your heart

with closed eyes tilted

up at the corners

and the soft curve

of your shoulders

seeking sky



from every hair

curling and coiling,

from the soles

of your feet arching

and your fingernails,

quarter moon smooth



from deep

earth orbiting


to sky bows

from rain

completing their bent



from your mind

at the thought

of everyone

who has ever

become part

of your smile


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like a child

or a cat sprawled

wide asleep


That deep relaxation

in which your mind sighs

in relief, your body

sinks into renewal


Rest among the clucking

chickens and birdsong

with the dark night stars



Here, safety

breathes every breath,

time moves snail slow,

nothing is everything


Calma, they say, calma,

when presence stretches time

into always enough

and accomplishes everything


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It might be

a stiletto of words

thrust directly

into your heart


It might be

the casual indifference

of someone

who professed to love you


It might be



then broken


It might be

the gap between

what you do for love

and for money


It might be

loss after loss

of whatever or whomever

you held dear



has filled you

with that hard, sharp, dull

blade of despair


Whatever heavy

weights your shoulders

and crowds

your mind


Whatever has happened,

it isn’t you,

it isn’t the heart

you were born with


It isn’t the you

that delights

in sunsets

and mud puddles


It isn’t the you

that creates

as exuberantly

as any child


If you reach inside

deep, deeper still,

there you are,

yourself, unwounded

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Blue Sky

On days when the sky

holds a danger of gray

let each flavor linger

like unfamiliar fruit,

slowly, with delight

and a bit of wistful wishing

that you hadn’t tried it yet,

that the first sweet surprise

still awaited your tongue


Greet each person you know

like a world

you’ve never traveled,

wild terrain

both foreign and friendly,

with unexpected paths

perhaps long forgotten,

and vistas that awe the heart

and catch the breath


Embrace every tree you meet

like a whole forest 

of wonder 

rooted more deeply 

than any human kind,

rich, earthy, expansive,

not prone to pettiness,

but magnificent 

in generosity


On days when the sky

holds a danger of gray,

you might think it 

the only color you will ever see,

then with all of your senses

seek blue, find blue

taste it, greet it, 

embrace blue sky 

in you


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We think we know

what will come

and then

something unheard

or unthought

or never experienced

plummets us

out of our minds

and into our small bodies


This human wear is wearying

and humbling

because just when we think

we are powerful

life fells us with a bold ask

to see more deeply

to feel more fully

to be more than we ever thought


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Once, the egg of the universe

cracked wide

and spilled into clusters

of planets and stars

in space


And our little blue round,

if only we held it

as tenderly

as any bird ever sheltered

her unhatched brood


Perhaps the mothering sky

waits for the day

that our hearts crack

wide open

and we all fly



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let us take

a brief pause

in our regularly scheduled

human mayhem


to hold a pine cone

and notice the seeds spiraling

in orderly splendor

of reproduction


and how the fern knows,

without complex calculations,

which way to reach

for the sun


and how flowers,

making no distinctions,

blossom sweetly

among the weeds


and how stones come to rest quietly

where they are placed,

and even earthquakes

open in a line we call fault


and how humans

in their civilized fashion

may be

the wildest things here