Smiling in his Stihl chainsaw hat,
had the arborist saved the tree
from itself or from me? Had he
saved my house or my neighbors’
from the heavy limbs? Maybe nothing

was ever going to fall, he told me
gently as I wrote the check
and we looked up admiringly
at his work. When he left,
I called to tell you how I knew

I was the tree that fell in the forest
and nobody heard it. So did it
make a sound? You said, Mandy,
it made a sound, and you heard it,
so tell me all about it. I told you,

I love you and I will.