When we were together, my mother and me

that day

when we were together and saw the poplars

and listened to their whispering

and knew our breath was real

on that day, our questions unasked

 

The wind knew the answers

all the questions too, weary with

the swaying and the knowing

but I was young

my mother too had stood tall then

 

and in our stillness came the sound

of a story as yet untold.