I go out and apologize to the leaves.
I’m sorry, I say. I love the way you shake in the wind.
The way you uncrinkle in the spring.
I wish you could fill the room of the man in power
who doesn’t believe you’re in danger.
But all you can do is line up
so that each of you
gets a chance
at the light. Not one of you blocks the sun
of the one underneath.
Copyright 2017 Ellery Akers
Ellery Akers & Michael Simms, AWP Minneapolis 2015
(photo by Jill Kandel)