Great Nature [poem] by David Worrell

Great nature has another thing to do
to you and me…

Theodore Roethke, “The Waking”

Mid-April backyard sunshine
shimmers through seven shades
of green. Unruly mess of aged oak,

wild cherry and maple, jumbled
with saplings that reach toward light.
Networked layers of leafy branches;

infant leaves that wiggle in rising
breezes, vibrating four times faster
than sway of boughs that bear them.

Polyrhythms rising, falling—wire
brushes scraping across the skin
of a snare drum—alongside pine

and red-berried holly, quiet conifers
murmuring counterpoint. The old
aluminum shed’s nearly hidden

in ivy. Inside, my twelve-speed
Schwinn, entwined in vines, rusted
to ruin these twenty-five years, falling

apart. The muscles no longer hold it
together. They cut me open yesterday,
sewed my guts back inside for now.

 

Image of 1930s Switchboard Operator

Image by marc falardeau

David Worrell’s first chapbook, titled “We Who Were Bound,” was published in August 2012. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in U.S. 1 Worksheets, Mad Poets Review, Exit 13, Wild River Review, Fox Chase Review, Adanna, Symbiosis, Edison Literary Review, Canary, Stillwater Review and The Casa de Cinco Hermanas Journal. He has performed his music-backed poems at Chris’ Jazz Café in Philadelphia and The Cornelia Street Café in New York. He began writing poetry toward the end of his 30-plus year law career. He has taught writing at area community colleges and, for the past six years, has taught business law to undergraduates at Drexel University’s LeBow College of Business. He hopes to impart to his students how law, like literature, fosters human interconnection and a better world.