Leaves

Years do odd things to identity.
What does it mean to say
I am that child in the photograph
at Kishamish in 1935?
Might as well say I am the shadow
of a leaf of the acacia tree
felled seventy years ago
moving on the page the child reads.
Might as well say I am the words she read
or the words I wrote in other years,
flicker of shade and sunlight
as the wind moves through the leaves.
 

"Leaves" copyright © 2018 by Ursula K. Le Guin.  First appeared in So Far So Good: Poems 2014-2018, published by Copper Canyon Press in 2018. Reprinted by permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd. 
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