Conferring with the trees (a poem by Blake Grantham)
I imagined myself
alone in a forest,
conferring with the trees.
Watching the limbs
sway back and forth;
dancing in the breeze.
They seemed to confirm
what I already knew,
that in life
you’re first on my list.
And whenever you
are on my mind,
the rest of the world
doesn’t even exist.