Lyric
| It doesn't matter | ||
| whether | ||
| a tree falls | ||
| or doesn't on this hillside. | ||
| I am here | ||
| in this buoyant silence | ||
| lifting from snow cover. | ||
| There is no story to tell | ||
| about cause and effect, | ||
| no one to pull | ||
| the stiff sheet of grammar | ||
| over a scattered pattern | ||
| of bark and branches | ||
| broken on the snow. | ||
| I turn sideways | ||
| and the wind slips among us, | ||
| so many vertical, | ||
| dark shapes. | ||
© Elizabeth Dodd