First Post

I came across this poem in the Riverfront Times.  It was listed under the heading "Best Local Poet to Die in the Past Year" (by local it means Missouri).  I am not familiar with the poet, Donald Finkel (1929-2008), but the poem made me think, which makes it a good candidate, in my opinion, for our first post.

SHHH
Listen, shhh
alone among the trees
I've come for a heart-to-heart
with the woods
I fall on my knees
for a tete-a-tete with a geode


behind his limestone brow I sense
the clean hard corners of his thought
facet to facet, glinting dimly
postulates of amethyst and quartz


it's small talk time
I'll parley with the loam
make peace with the Indian Pipe
I'll learn to speak weedish
~Donald Finkel