I was that tree.

I was this brook.

I was this family of bears.

I was the smoke.

I was a star.

I was the waves on the ocean.

I was the mouse, in a trap, and I died.

I was the howling

In the letters she sent to the man that was dead.

I was the dreaming, alive, in a silence.

I was the people who saw.

I was born deaf.

Now I am blind.

And so my mind — remembers.