The Silent Forest
The trees here are easy to talk about,
though we never really take them one at a time,
never really know one with words.
Maybe our eyes are the problem,
and when we are close, our hands, too,
get in the way.
We almost cannot walk past the trees
with our fingers still in our pockets,
and I wonder if it is their silence
that we want each time to touch
or simply the feel of something stronger
than ourselves, something rooted and solid
that may tell the truth on us
whenever we come out of our pockets
and open our eyes.