by Jane Hirshfield
It is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.
Even in this
you will have to choose.
That great calm being,
this clutter of soup pots and books—
Already the first branch-tips brush at the window.
Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.
From Given Sugar, Given Salt. Copyright © 2001 by Jane Hirshfield. HarperCollins Publishers.