“Nesting bird,” some voice said. And after that
I couldn’t see it any other way. Words do that.
They hold things fixed in time. “Of course
you would see nests and birds,” another voice,
more from the left brain side of things, said
in a most reasonable tone. All this chatter!
I look again. I know it was once a great tree.
I photographed it myself. I think how it took
tens and tens of years and weather to render
this design And here we are, gazing at it,
our imaginations weaving stories, the whole
of us awake with interest and appreciation.