In her own words...

"Woman Waving to Trees"


Not that anyone would

notice it at first.

I have taken to marveling

at the trees in our park.

One thing I can tell you:

they are beautiful

and they know it.

They are also tired,

hundreds of years

stuck in one spot–

beautiful paralytics.

When I am under them,

they feel my gaze,

watch me wave my foolish

hand, and envy the joy

of being a moving target.


Loungers on the benches

begin to notice.

One to another,

"Well, you see all kinds . . ."

Most of them sit looking

down at nothing as if there

was truly nothing else to

look at, until there is

that woman waving up

to the branching boughs

of these old trees.  Raise your

heads, pals, look high,

you may see more than

you ever thought possible,

up where something might

be waving back, to tell her

she has seen the marvelous.




About this work

"Woman Waving to Trees" was first published in 2011 in Dorothea Tanning's Coming to That: Poems (Graywolf Press, New York, p. 11), and may not be reprinted without the publisher's permission.