Nov 07, 2008 21:04
The Forest on Second Thought
Never an I, never a question,
we answer without thinking
Yes even to her, the girl
drinking reflection out of the stream.
We forgive the moss its tender rudiments
and forgive the bark
for falling and failing. Winter unveils
vast secrecy. The bare branch
shows no face, the wind's echo
no voice, but there is a trail
to every arrival, and she follows
what she believes.
We were a seed
then bursting made us many.
Made us tall. From above,
her head suggests raccoon, deer,
a body scavenging
its own shadow, an animal,
all the same. Yes,
this is the root to finding, here
are the strange tracks
of another that lead to a clearing,
to a shot of sunlight and recognition.
We know what wandering is.
We know how to follow,
and we stay.
-- Jennifer Chang, from The History of Anonymity
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