Seldom Do We See Trees Go Out Walking

Music: Fugue in B-flat minor. By Dimitri Shostakovich. Sequenced by J. Marques.

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Seldom do we see trees go out walking, Eager to drink in the morning sun. As they lift their long arms towards the light, Still they must be rooted in the earth, Of one soil and water, in one place. Night is when the restless go out walking, Seeking dreams that cannot face the sun, Gigantic, pulsing screams of garish light Reeling through the agonies of Earth, Escaping the drab certainties of place. Each winter there's a time to go out walking, To see the hills washed in a newborn sun, In the pale slant of late December light, Neither pastel dreams nor solid earth. Gently adrift, we settle on some place, Sunlight walking through our patch of Earth.