?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

"Choices" by Tess Gallagher

Choices

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.

for Drago Stambuk

-Tess Gallagher

Tags:

Comments

( 1 comment — Leave a comment )
robert_planties
Jun. 28th, 2007 05:48 am (UTC)
wonderful.
( 1 comment — Leave a comment )