by Stewart Alter
Where I used to wonder
How the stream in the woods
Fed the roots of the trees
Twenty feet away,
I am now unable
Even to imagine
How an unknown
Someone
From somewhere
Unknown
Could have found me
To ask for my support
In an email.
And where I used to sit
Quietly and watch
How the birds
Connected
With the branches,
And how the leaves
On the ground
Formed into piles,
Guided by the wind
Invisibly,
I am now unable
To sit anymore
Quietly
And believe
That anything
Could be naturally
Linked.
Stewart Alter, who joined LP2 in the Fall of 2020, has been writing poetry and painting intermittently before, during and now after a long career in business journalism and corporate communications.