Spilwords.com presents: Patch of Grass, poetry by Mark Tulin, a former Philadelphia Family Therapist who now resides in Santa Barbara, California.
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PATCH OF GRASS
written by: Mark Tulin
I hear the world
from a patch of grass
on the courthouse lawn.
With my ear to the earth,
I hear a vibration from a distant quake,
the tires of screeching cars,
clock-hands spinning,
and boot heels on cement.
I hear a bicycle ride by,
a skinny youth on a banana seat,
the sound of the rush of wind,
the glow of a smiling moon,
the hot sun in the Caribbean,
the ocean tide rolling in and out,
and my blood pulsing through
the universe.


I like this a lot, Mark! Our own pulse joining the audible & inaudible vibrations all around us, nice!
Thank you, Robert
Attuned to the Earth.
Yes. It takes a certain kind of love.
I’ve had that experience. I should seek it out again.
Sounds good, Liz. I hope you get there.
I think I will. I just need to set my mind to it. 🙂
🙂😎
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