By Jenny Ward Angyal
Gibsonville, North Carolina, USA
jack
in his woodland pulpit
preaches . . .
the right of the rain
to nourish the oak
the right of the leaf
to capture the light,
to grow
a forest hostelry
for a myriad of lives
the right
of the tree frog
to cling to the tree,
singing harmonies
of moon and shadow
the right of the owl
to hunt the mouse,
the right
of the mouse to hide . . .
the rhythm of their hearts
the right
of a woman to kneel
by the creek
on its way to the sea,
grieving this bloodroot world
~Drifting Sands Haibun 17, September 2022