The Green Willow

Wall, echoing their grief. . . the tall green willow. . . rooted beside a stream

With my patients

I am a steel vault

guarding their secrets,

a stone from the Wailing

Wall, echoing their grief,

the tall green willow,

rooted beside a stream

that cuts the flank

of Lenox Mountain

and soaks up sweet

water washed over

the earth’s dark heart,

building bark to protect

myself from a hundred

patient winters.