Right Now I’m Standing
Right Now I’m Standing
I imagine an impressive tree
Split down its bole it
has sprouted green leaves that will be rustling
way into September
At its base lying athwart the clearing
is the severed part
The colour of brown has weathered to near-grey
and the footfall of walkers has covered
the wood with a layer of dust & yet
the part that has fallen among the spikenard
and hungry shrubs surges out of death
The raspberries feed on its breath
and beetles thrive in the slurry middle
where the bole rots
Listen there is nothing as exhilarating
as the feeling of life coming into you
Though people
look suspiciously
stand and listen do not go anywhere
we have been the workers
just the workers
In the Congo one man had a land
almost eighty times
the size of Belgium as his estate
We have been property
When I talk about reclaiming time
I’m just thinking about my body
standing in the middle of this woodland
and
doing nothing nothing
‘Right Now I’m Standing‘
from Thinking with Trees by Jason Allen-Paisant
Reproduced with permission © Jason Allen-Paisant
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