(No Wind, No Rain) by Jane Hirshfield


 
 
(No Wind, No Rain)
 
 
 
Jane Hirshfield
 
 
 
No wind, no rain,
the tree
just fell, as a piece of fruit does.

But no, not fruit. Not ripe.
Not fell.

It broke. It shattered.

One cone’s
addition of resinous cell-sap,
one small-bodied bird
arriving to tap for a beetle.

It shattered.

What word, what act,
was it we thought did not matter?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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~ by samofthetenthousandthings on June 20, 2020.

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