Oyoushaggy-headedbanyantreestandingonthebankofthepond, haveyouforgottenthelittlechild, likethebirdsthathavenestedinyourbranchesandleftyou?
Doyounotrememberhowhesatatthewindowandwonderedatthetangleofyourrootsthatplungedunderground?
Thewomenwouldcometofilltheirjarsinthepond, andyourhugeblackshadowwouldwriggleonthewaterlikesleepstrugglingtowakeup.
Sunlightdancedontherippleslikerestlesstinyshuttlesweavinggoldentapestry.
Twoducksswambytheweedymarginabovetheirshadows, andthechildwouldsitstillandthink.
Helongedtobethewindandblowthroughyourrustlingbranches, tobeyourshadowandlengthenwiththedayonthewater, tobeabirdandperchonyourtopmosttwig, andtofloatlikethoseducksamongtheweedsandshadows.
