“Can you imagine? ~ Mary Oliver

For example, what trees do

not only in lightning storms

or the watery dark of a summer’s night

or under the white nets of winter

but now, and now, and now –

whenever we’re not looking.

surely you can’t imagine they don’t dance, from the root up,

wishing to travel a little, not cramped so much as

wanting a better view, or more sun, or just as avidly more shade –

surely you can’t imagine they just stand there

loving every minute of it,

the birds or the emptiness, the dark rings

of the years slowly and without a sound

thickening, and nothing different unless the wind,

and then only the mood, comes to visit, surely you can’t imagine

patience, and happiness, like that”.