One of the pieces in this collection features the figure of a tree planter as recalled within the recollection of a father driving a son home…
the song I used to listen to at his age,
for him now, I imagine how he first heard it
in someone’s tent, perhaps, and the whole next day
humming it as he stomps through the clear-cut,
sinks his shovel, twists the handle, plops a seedling in,
tamps down the soil with his toe, takes two steps
and does it all again, the same five actions
The hummed tune, the repetitive action … tree planting as a meditative art?
The song btw is a Joni Mitchell tune.
And so for day 2167