Willow

Everyone always assumes
why you are a weeping
willow
If they cared
enough to ask
they might come to know
how
sweet sap flows
to every tip
of every whip
on every crackled limb
If they could see
in every
bough
a memory
of some clambering kid
now
grown up
tearing up
at your helpless tendril stems
they might start to know
how
you could remain standing
while being
a willow
weeping

©2019 JEREMY RUZICH

Be like the Wind

Let them name you
after your Origin
while you remember
you are
where you are
Destined

Rise
as an updraft
when you collide
with
stone cliffs

Carry
the seeds
of age-old trees
and undesired weeds
to lands that may yet love
Love and root them
deep

Move
blow and whirl
hold still and swirl
You are the Breath of the
World

Be like the Wind
unsure of where you end
and the rest of Air
begins

©2019 JEREMY RUZICH

watching the news

upstream
the river is flooding
we can see it coming
we know towns are drowning
but what more can we do
than wait

the equinox is two days away
that’s when the rains will return
along with the warming trend
we can predict these things
with startling clarity
the ground we live on
is saturated
still what more can we do
than wait

I heard a Muslim American recount
how Thursday night she had this feeling
that at that moment
a shooting was happening
at a mosque
somewhere in the world
she went to sleep
for what else was there to do

in the morning
she read of New Zealand
in terror

the water levels are rising
they will be for some days yet
those in low lying areas
are urged to make preparations
the rest of us
who reside on higher ground
are told we have nothing to worry about
why would we worry
when we are dry
what more can we do
than wait

©JEREMY RUZICH