I was proven wrong once
Do you think I am done breaking down
A forest floor this rich doesn’t happen in a season
and I’m still hungry for dirt—
Obliterate the monkey bars!
I was told once by a half-farmer
to catch the worm I must become the early bird
and to join ‘em if you can’t fight em
I still don’t know if that’s
something to do with hard work
or with fishing and surrender.
That was my grandfather.
The other half was winter and whiskey.
It’s ok, all of us are split. All of me
is half of a half, and halves of those in turn
I’m filled with them all the way down
it makes of me many a continent
and the ocean washing over
Always building up
always breaking down
until the soil of me can grow
the whole truth
—Ryan Van Lenning
You can get my books RE-MEMBERING: Poems of Earth & Soul, and High-Cooing Through the Seasons: Haiku From the Forest through your local bookstore, on Amazon or Indiebound, My book of mystical poems Silence Begins Here and book of love and erotic poems Wild Rose Hips will be out later this year.