[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.