[YOU — FERNS]

You—ferns under the window

ferns under the pine,

I planted the pines, then you,

and put in a window,

my great work of silence and shade.

And now you don’t need me to sit here,

need no one to keep your secret

under a blazing sky.

How you unfold your hands

as after prayer

more and more hands

opening, perfect

unreadable scrolls.