Choices

by Tess Gallagher

I go to the mountain side

of the house to cut saplings,

and to clear a view to snow

on the mountain. But when I look up,

saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in

the uppermost branches.

I don't cut that one.

I don't cut out the others either.

Suddenly, in every tree,

an unseen nest

where a mountain

would be.

From Dear Ghosts, Saint Paul, Minnesota: Graywolf Press, 2006.