We're listing Poem by Esther Kinsky

We're listing up what's left behind
left lying on the one-sided
border of the path - one way this way -
briar rose safflower and a ragged
crow's wing who tore it off a small
dead animal briefly grazed by our soles
elsewhere we say
back then
we say in the ever weaker light
beyond the borders
outside in nakedness
before and after nature
is still there
we tell ourselves and list
up in silence what shall with reason
remain unsaid.