All of the straight trees stood looking
as trees will
since before time ran so slowly
off to one side of still.
I guess I knew they would protect me
from the Sun’s questioning
and the river that had arrived there
by dead reckoning.
And the branches took my hands,
and the water thinned my fear;
there is a small sturdy safety
I find sitting here.
One, close by, was badly angled
with disregard for gravity,
yet was still willing to listen
to the silence from me.