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— After a visit to the Yaak Valley in Kootenai National Forest, Montana, where the U.S. Forest Service has announced a logging project called Black Ram

What is there to be done now, but enter
              against abandonment, become a hollow sound

in the halo of labyrinthine green, become a crossed-
             out word on the back of someone’s hand.

magnitude, to feel an ecstatic somethingness,
             a nothingness of your own name.

All words become wrong. A whole world exists
             without us. But who is us?

Lichen, moss, grizzly scat, moose hoofprint like two
             exclamation points by the drying frog pond.

How do you know you’re alive? What evidence
             will you leave? So many myths

are unraveling; a yellow swallowtail glides by over
             the sinless creek bed. A storm

wets the skin and we are surprised we have
             skin. Woods’ rose, white-flowered rhododendron,

nothing here is unfinished. What it gave me? I saw
             a new tree emerge out of a ground made of ancient trees

on top of more ancient trees, on top of more ancient trees,
             on top of more ancient trees, and understood then

that this was how the Earth was made.

This poem appears in the October 2023 print edition.