Choices;for Drago Stambuk - Tess Gallagher
I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
a clear view to snow
on the mountains.
But when I look up,
saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in
the uppermost branches.
I don't cut that one.
I don't cut the others either.
Suddenly, in every tree,
an unseen nest
where
a mountain
would be.
