Should I Go to the Concert?

​“Should I go to the concert, the movies, the elevating
Talk, spinning class, walk
On the beach, maybe the solar 
Observatory, the political speech?”

And he suffered from the ads that fluttered
And Facebook and Whatsapp, that strolled in his soul,
Because he wanted to plant a tree deeply,
He was tired of the entire rigmarole--

He wanted his thoughts and movements to be
So deep that on a Januarynight
He would look and say, “Well, that’s my tree,
Dusted white, tinted with moonlight,”

Rooted in the soil of a forest 
Whose silence is so deep that one’s mind
Descends, there is a ravine, a chasm,
A serpent pours out and leaves behind

Its skin, in the depth of the earth are the seeds,
The insect eggs, the navigating
Worms, a rich, brown earth, the mind
Descends into a single waiting