Softwoods, by Jody Gladding

Softwoods

We utter nothing
true high
among the needled
fictions we create
so many opportunities
for truth
as it happens
continually
not only up here

but also under growth
where we sink
down in bogs
filled
with resolve
nothing we utter
is true
still
we groan
gape
and push a new
thing out.