Nijinsky in the woods
I’ve noticed how the light
moves through the woodlands
with great stealth
how it prowls in bushes
and seeps into the soil
whenever there is a clearing
and how in nature
all things talk to each other
in their own special way
I marvel at the long row of trees
on the edge of the open green
all standing at the same height
a beautiful emerald chorus line
swaying this way and that
when the whistling wind blows
to animate their ballet
John Lyons