I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow
on the mountain. But when I look up,
saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in
the uppermost branches.
I don’t cut that one.
I don’t cut the others either.
Suddenly, in every tree,
an unseen nest
where a mountain
would be.
Tess Gallagher (Port Angeles, Washington, EE UU, 1943). Docente, poeta, ensayista, autora de relatos y guionista.