PHOTOSYNTHESIS
Carl Leggo
when I write
a poem I begin
by laying down
letters and words
even though I
seldom know
where the words
will take me
I am always on
a Winnie the Pooh
meandering explore
that might lead
somewhere but
probably will not
I must be patient:
how many colors
of green are there?
can the colors
of green be counted?
Rita’s photo does not
call my attention
to a punctum
instead I am lost
in the maze maelstrom
chaos except I am not
really lost I feel
a sense of belonging
here a sense I cannot
make simple sense
of this image composed
of shadow lines colors
I see the sunlight
in the gaps I gasp
because I also see
the light in the leaves
I can almost see
photosynthesis at work
the leaves convert
light energy into
chemical energy
and oxygen for
sustaining life
on Earth I want
to attend to light
I want to know
synthesis I want
to acknowledge
how the parts are
put together made
wonder full
like art and poetry
I will learn to breathe
with the tree like
pulmonary veins
carry oxygen
from lungs to heart
I will linger
with Rita’s art
so I can see with
the heart how all
of life is created
connected sustained
by intricate networks
of communication
steeped in love