Walden – a poem

I was commissioned to write this poem for the print version of Hearing Aid Magazine, where it was published in November 2017.




Henry went to the woods

and found

his desert island discs

deep in a pond, pooling

vibrations, in turn

tuning his thoughts.


Turning attention to silence

found silence not silent —

reptilian Redwood roots

staged a stave

the forest’s chaos sang from.

An orchestral chorus

conducted through the arboreal corpus


— by who?


Fauna freed man;

a free man walled in

Walden, found freedom

as natured hummed through his hooves:

“The conductor is me, not you.”

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