trees in those places

I know I am a total tool for not writing lately, but life and summer are going by so fast these days! More soon--from my own mouth (or mind!), I swear!

Another gem by our newest Poet Laureate:

"Native Trees"


Neither my father nor my mother knew

the names of the trees
where I was born
what is that
I asked and my
father and mother did not
hear they did not look where I pointed
surfaces of furniture held
the attention of their fingers
and across the room they could watch
walls they had forgotten
where there were no questions
no voices and no shade


Were there trees
where they were children
where I had not been
I asked
were there trees in those places
where my father and my mother were born
and in that time did
my father and my mother see them
and when they said yes it meant
they did not remember
What were they I asked what were they
but both my father and my mother
said they never knew


~ W.S. Merwin

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