The mind should learn to go barefoot
to see all that surrounds us,
the native Wili Wili tree
which converses with the wind,
its trunk growing horizontally
among Hawaian grasses.
Or the Melos those dancers,
trunks that flow in arcs,
branches thrusting
in all directions like elbows
holding up the sky.
They tell us how we are related
to the shifting currents
of air and water, susceptible
to wasps and fungus.
The elegant Eucapliptus
that rise vertically are strangled
by kudzu, like houses
on the mainland felled
by sub primes and securitiziation,
telling us that the heart too
should go barefoot.