Friday, June 17, 1998

Remembering Trees

"You always see something, but

you never see it all."--Ruskin

From a train window,

receding trees draw themselves into

soft hills, and hills themselves

diminish to furred spines of

crouching animals--inextricable

mixtures of haze and blur

unintelligible to the eye alone.

Could these be the same trees

you remember from walks on stony


their bark-crusted trunks

and dark, unreachable branches?

The eyes fail, and memory alone

can tell of the trunks and rocks

that are the hidden bones

of those faraway hills.

Barbara Bennett