From Here to Where
I see
the birch trees
bare and together
alone
alien birch, a mist
transmuting bark
to black, far
from flat lands
my eyes
in tight lids
lead me careening
where am I?
what have I done?
why did I come here?
I see
light rain darken
the path, and again the trees
out of flat clouds
that isolate and plant
hills
which are ethereal
like the clouds close-in
or the naked birch crowns
and above the grey
relentless
blue
falls, open
beyond my sight