It occurred to me that we have to address things directly,
Even knowing that it's an anthropomorphic mistake
And that they'll never answer back, because of what we are.
We can't feel connected to any being we don't talk to.
It's for our own sake we need to pretend to talk to the trees,
If we want to have any sense of being rooted in this world.
All the way down the canyon highway this morning,
I addressed myself to shops, trees, bridges, cliffs, and rocks.
My daughter in the back seat agreed it was wise
To say hello to the fairies and good morning to the ponies
But she wanted nothing to do with saluting the lumpen stones.
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