Poetry

Underground

A tree is not a forest. On its own, a tree cannot establish a consistent 
local climate. It is at the mercy of wind and weather. 
But together, many trees . . .
                                   —Peter Wohlleben, The Hidden Life of Trees,
                                      translated by Jane Billinghurst

 

Friends, Meeting. Twenty or thirty of us.
Taking your seat you could mistake us for
twenty or thirty travelers on a bus,