A woman was attacked this morning
by a gang of trees that curled their leaves
into a thousand tiny fists and beat her
ceaselessly until she fell into the water.
She has not yet surfaced, but the water
and the fish are disturbingly noisy.
Each of us has found that we are drawn
to the harbor at least once a day. The source
of power lies here, but not for us.
We are wearing fewer clothes now, we are trying
to live back in the earth if it will have us.
Some of us believed once that organisms
create the atmosphere they need.
Evidently we have been mistaken.