The trees in time have something else to do

    besides their treeing. What is it.

    I'm a starving to death man myself，

    and thirsty， thirsty by their fountains but I cannot drink

    their mud and sunlight to be whole.

    I do not understand these presences that drink for months

    in the dirt， eat light，

    and then fast dry in the cold.

    They stand it out somehow，

    and how， the Botanists¹ will tell me.

    It is the "something else" that bothers me，

    so I often go back to the forests.