The Answer Is Trees

The Answer Is Trees

What can hold the heart
you carve with your
wood-handled knife.

If the birds haven’t
left, but aren’t
in the sky, where
do you know to
look next. Today,

my car is sticky,
gummy windows.
Why. Who did this.

How come you chose that
house, on this street.
Why do you look
up while you walk.

Who cannot run from
bugs or fire.
Who cannot run
but can outlive
the whole village.

What will your daughter
remember from
the Atlantic
Ocean. What will

make her long to pet
the land, her soft,
fluffy creature.