I have carried three faces
across my life, though from within,
it’s clear, they have carried me:
a woman who can stare through
the leaves of any tree, who names the
tree by the birds who sing in it
a man who works hard at
clearing paths in order to stop
where the path ends, and listen
and a small child with the heart
of a horse, eager to sniff out any
thing alive and run to it.
Together, they have led who I
thought I was through openings
wide enough for only
what is essential.