Poetry in Motion
Faithful ForestAlberto Ríos
Faithful Forest (an excerpt)
The leaves liked the wind, and went with it.
The trees grew more leaves, but wind took them all.
And then the bare trees were branches, which in their frenzy
Made people think of so many ideas—
Branches were lines on the paper of sky,
Drawing shapes on the shifting clouds
Until everyone agreed that they saw horses.
This poem appears in Alberto Ríos' collection Not Go Away Is My Name (Copper Canyon Press, 2020).
See it split, see it change (2008) © Doug & Mike Starn, MTA NYC Transit South Ferry Station.
Commissioned by MTA Arts & Design.
You can purchase the volume here.