What kind of times are these? By Adrienne Rich..

There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill

and the old #revolutionary road breaks off into #shadows

near a meeting-house #abandoned by the #persecuted, who #disappeared into those shadows.

I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of #dread, but don’t be fooled
this isn’t a #Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here,

our country moving closer to its own truth and dread,

its own ways of making people #disappear.

I won’t tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods,
meeting the unmarked strip of light –
ghost-ridden #crossroads, leafmold paradise:

I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.

And I won’t tell you where it is, so why do I tell you anything?

Because you still listen, because in times like these

to have you listen at all, it’s necessary
to talk about trees.

Adrienne Rich