I looked at all the trees and didn't know what to do.
A box made out of leaves.
What else was in the woods? A heart, closing. Nevertheless.
Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.
I kept my mind on the moon. Cold moon, long nights moon.
I like swimming against the current, but only
because it makes me feel I’ve earned the ease and pleasure
of floating back to where I started.
∆ Jan Heller Levi, from “Conversation,” Once I Gazed at You in Wonder: Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 1999)