Last night when I lay down sickly,
Resting my tired head on the table,
My ear against that smooth surface,
I heard thu-thump, thu-thump,
And for a yielding second,
I truly believed that I was listening to
The wood’s heartbeat—
Its soul connecting with mine.
Of course, it was only my own quick heart,
Thumping loudly in my tiring ears.
But there was a connection, spiritual and soft
Between the ancient, stricken tree and me.