Trees Poem by Teresa McSweeney

I want to watch you plant trees
I want to stand away from you
behind a door or a window
Not hearing the sounds that you hear
or feeling the sun or the wind
Just in a room by myself
at a distance.

I want to watch you plant trees
I want to see the frown
that will be on your face
And watch your body work.

And I will stand there in the quiet
with my arms crossed over my stomach
And the only sound
will be the beating of my own heart
I just want to watch you plant trees.