Shelter
Uncertainty’s our home
now as it always was
The trail’s unmade a few
cairns remain
Notched bones
unreadable
Tracks too cold
to follow
This solitude makes me
want to wrap up
in quietness
leave humans aside
for a while mind water
and stone wind
Why is there so much beauty
What keeps us earth life
handful of sweet notes hidden
thrush glint of lowering
sun on a rain-brushed stone
Slow-moving calamity
quickens flourishes
Hieroglyphs on scraps of molted
bark Bones of warriors
This is not our world
with trees in it Latecomers
we believe it was all made
for us misunderstand
the nature of give and take Unwilling
to relinquish our hold
A scourge spreads Buried
dread a dream calls up
It’s not quite a song the same
few notes over and over
Note:
Title is a question posed by Manu Prakash, quoted by James Gorman in The New York Times. This is not our world with trees in it is from Richard Powers.