Communicate slowly, live a three-dimensioned life…

I go among the trees
        and sit still.

All my stirring becomes
        quiet around me
        like circles on water.

My tasks lie in their places
        where I left them,
            asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes
            and lives for a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
            and the fear of me leaves it.

It sings, and I hear its song.

Then what I am afraid of comes
            and I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
            and the fear of it leaves me.

It sings, and I hear its song.

After days of labor,
        mute in my consternations...

...I hear my song at last, and I sing it.

As we sing, the day turns,
        the trees move.