Tree Leaves

Tree Leaves

tree leaves weave 

fine filigree fingers

through the ether, 

fine hair receptors 

in the radio-onic air, 

transducing knowledge 

from all earthly forms around.

Across the park,

beneath the viaduct, 

a couple holding hands 

in the electromagnetic field of love.

The natural state 

of the environment 

hidden from conscious minds.

Fine sandstone blocks,

sandcastle banks, 

where electronic transactions,

 paradigms for money, 

vibrate molecules 

in fibre optic cables 

to rule the roost, 

to be the all 

but as with Proust

“ destination is no longer a place, but a new
way of seeing ”

to look deeper 

beneath the surface 

with new eyes.

Photo and text by Trev Teasdel