Choices By Tess Gallagher

[conuly]

I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow
on the mountain. 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.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48950/choices

Comments

[adafrog]

Good.