Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Choices

 - Tess Gallagher
 
I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow
on the mountain. But when I look up,
saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in
the uppermost branches.
I don’t cut that one.
I don’t cut the others either.
Suddenly, in every tree,   
an unseen nest
where a mountain   
would be.
                                             

from: Midnight Lantern: New and Selected Poems. Copyright 2011.
 

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