Every leaf that falls
never stops falling. I once
thought that leaves were leaves.
Now I think they are feeling,
in search of a place—
someone’s hair, a park bench, a
finger. Isn’t that
like us, going from place to
place, looking to be alive?
— Victoria Chang, “Passage” in The Trees Witness Everything (Copper Canyon Press, 2022)
Notes:
- DK Photo at 4:11 am at Oyster Shell Park, Norwalk, CT. 59° F, with heavy rain. More photos from this morning’s walk here.
- Poem via Read A Little Poetry