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”.