"I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves..."

“I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge!”

- Marianne Boruch, from “Once I Knew, Then I Forgot,” Field (no. 99, Fall 2018)