Even in this   

one lifetime,

you will have to choose.


It is foolish

to let a young redwood   

grow next to a house.

Even in this   

one lifetime,

you will have to choose.

That great calm being,

this clutter of soup pots and books—

Already the first branch-tips brush at the window.   

Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.

Tree by Jane Hirshfield

I believe in legacies and memory. Just not in my own. Doing my best to carry the flame.