"In another order of things, less fraught, she might have said,
Tell me a story, the way people did around a fire late at night. . . .
She would have asked,
Was there really a tree? Did it happen that way?
And I would have said,
That was one way it could have happened.
And the yes and the no, the precision things took on in the plain world,
would not have mattered so much,
only the story, that bit of hope."