A little knowing*

Today is sunny, warm, But there is pondering on many things. Here are the daffies welcoming the sun back and a poem from early in the month. It came from page 29 of Segues A Correspondence in Poetry between William Stafford and Marvin Bell. "The world's wheel, alrighty, *a little knowing and presence and a long build-up that sends up our long ideas of what is natural, while we turn through "excess" that is only being, trees that are only treeful awaiting our seeing,..." (Marvin Bell)

                                        If a tree stands in the forest
                                        and no one hears it sing in the wind,
                                        is it a tree? If the shadow falls
                                        upon no one who can tell us
                                        is it shade, is the tree
                                        alone? If a tree stands in the forest
                                        and no hand, no human hand
                                        ever touches or draws
                                        close a leaf or needle to smell
                                        or taste or take an afternoon
                                        resting beneath as sun and cloud
                                        pass over, mottling through
                                        those leaves or needles
                                        or branches, if no one stays
                                        on the ground at the tree’s base
                                        listening to what is above
                                        what sings or crawls or looks back
                                        is that person ever alive?