Greatest Lesson was when

the environmental center sent her, telling us

she was a musician, smart student scientist, shy

blossom opening as comfort began to share her

quiet magic, sharing space becoming a spectacular

visitor to the elder hostel creating a new learning


fresh biology into life where a willow floated over

softer greens, hanging edges in the angled space

of suspension, always buoyant in the glowing magic

of air as she told us of light all around us and in the

unknown universe of Tardigrade hanging right here


bouyant, tiny manatee methinks, floats in the quiet of

lightning flashes and insights of fresher forms, newer

discoveries, recognition with and without understanding,

sight surrounding a new biology around stranger unknown

growing everywhere in a presence silent and ubiquitous


Wikipedia tells only a little, fascination comes quickly

seeking more tardigrades floating buoyant, as manatees,

conscious and listening to trees fall, which is seldom heard

in this bewildered, challenged world where taller trees are

always filling, stretching vast woods evermore with falling


listen, crashes in a forest-day of movement more frequent

with flailing will not stop much, attempts are just simple,

only get us toward a start of new experience where reveals

of newer sights might influence effective a response, or

longer observations introduce a new model of survival


crumbs and detritus are all remaining, strewn everywhere

in confusion along many of these winding paths for years

in coming moments is a bright arrival from understanding 

even as the blaze from sun supply ever smaller, kisses

as a warming sun reflects on dense cloudy surfaces


a clear choice, it is all confusing within a complex moment, 

just a mark by another time traveler where oblivion may be

closing a distant unreachable door in a bewildering journey

where I just begin to search my thoughts, probing for clues

determine a newer course out of here, out of this place


an offering of humility to Willow for sharing her thoughts

James E. Taylor—July 28, 2021—Salisbury, NC

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