And the rocks are at best crude sun clocks.
Can you tell why you are what you are?
Can you tell why you’re not what you’re not?
Your shade moves with the light as the ground
Spins in and out of sun. Call it time,
If you like, call it a beat, your pulse.
The trees should not be linked to the rocks.
The trees, calm as they may seem, are more
Like you; the rocks are more like their shades.
This is true where there are no shade trees.
This is true high in the heaped brick blocks
From which the trees look low, far, and small,
And rocks all look to be paved with tar.
This true in your head as you read
That it’s true, but now comes the true test—
Are these words that raise thoughts in your head
More like rocks and shades or trees and you?
