THE PRECIOUS THINGS

It is understandable now
how all the Precious things
go into hiding

Even in the village the voices
become too much with us

And we feel must either flee
to our beloved
or stuff all the precious things
under our rug

Hoping we’ll catch a glimpse of
the spark, some small portion
in the silent hour under cloak of night

It mitigates the damage done
Is something we say to ourselves.

Soon, we look in the mirror
and a Dragon appears

And wonder what hour it is
and what kind of creature
we’ve become

And our neighbor
also stashes treasures
under their moonsoft dreampillow
And even puts some of them out
on trash day

The late hour’s owlsong has us choosing:
shall we be the dragon who hoards

Rich and beautiful
in our desolate loneliness

Or the Dragon
who drops gold with every print
Warmth with every flap of the wings

in an amnesiac world determined
to hide all the precious things

But some slant of dawn,
some chant of birds
some wayward drift of poet’s words,
finds our eyes our ears our heart bringing back our precious parts

APPRENTICESHIP

96B244D0-1B10-456D-804E-4B538A5B3CE0I live among the hucklebush
and ferns and forest ever-lush
and learned to sing from hermit thrush
the slugs they taught me slow

The froggy croaks they keep me cracked
The crawling oaks they coax me back
These nightly cloaks they stroke my back
the moon she taught me whole

I’d hunted, hoarded all life long
but not the things that brought my song
Nor the things that made me strong
They sure did take their toll

Now hunting has a different aim
The gatherings a different game
The tools I use have different names
within this chest of soul

So still I watch the heron’s hunt
and listen to the river’s run
apprenticed to the earth and sun
These lovers taught me Flow

-Ryan Van Lenning

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-You can get RE-MEMBERING: Poems of Earth & Soul and High-Cooing Through the Seasons: Haiku From the Forest through your local bookstore, on Amazon or Indiebound, Link in bio. My book of mystical poems, Silence Begins Here, and book of love and erotic poetry, Wild Rose Hips, and Book of Rivers: Headwaters and Heartrocks will be out later this year. Follow me @ryanreturntotheearth for mythopoetic inspiration and @wildnatureheart for my heart-centered nature connection & 1-on-1 inner/outer wilderness work. 🙏🌍🤠🦊🌲💚