Light fell through trees, light lighting red earth
like a rusty wagon long since abandoned.
I remember leaves nodding up and down,
expressing approval, as soil crushed and popped
out beneath my feet. I remember stone
forming crumbly steps without a descent
in view. Uncertainty coasted on air
as the trees gave life to breezes.
Clouds passed overhead with graceful
ease, the little trickle of a lake gone dry...
A sign standing in the middle of what used to be
while a doe paused for breath and bearings.
I remember the stillness, not heavy and dark,
but kind, and almost gone–
Stones, standing on stones, waiting to fall
but never succeeding. I remember
the tallness of the world. I remember
the flatness of the world. She curved
and distorted, following wishes, holding
promises but reluctant to make more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem