The Hawthorn Tree

Side by side, not
hand in hand: I watch you
walking in the summer garden - things
that can't move
learn to see; I do not need
to chase you through
the garden; human beings leave 
signs of feeling 
everywhere, flowers
scattered on the dirt path, all
white and gold, some
lifted a little by
the evening wind; I do not need
to follow where you are now,
deep in the poisonous field, to know 
the cause of flight, human
passion or rage: for what else 
would you let drop
all you have gathered? 

Louise Glück