I go among trees and sit still
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water
My tasks lie in their places
Where I left them, asleep like cattle….
Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight
What I fear in it leaves it
And the fear of it leaves me
It sings and I hear its song
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
And the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.
After days of labor,
Mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
And I sing it. As we sing,
The day turns, the trees move.
