What Passes for Redemption

Now that we've built towers
with windows to the rivers
The tree that grows in gravel
assumes dominion

As if to say "I see you
striving, love your growing
To the light. I'll be your comfort,
you're far more beautiful than you know."

Just as a sole human
strolling through the hemlocks
By a graveyard in the Bronx
assumes immense proportions,

"Once," says he, "there were far
more trees than bones. Once
The forests thought out all the plans.
I imagine we could know just what they saw."