On Changing Themes

On Changing Themes

Changing themes, I rustle leaves and try to help others
In Haiti and Japan and along the Mississippi flood plains,
But these are just words, on leaves, as the Bard did sing.
And unto the leaves, I sing, and barefootedly amble
Along fault lines and fault lines and fault lines
Where leaves will soon re-green and rustle, where
Earth meets the lowest realms of heaven,
Just above my blistered toes and below my heady themes.