When All the Trees I See….

When all the trees I see, now in their winter sleep,

have long since vanished and another world is here,

no memory alive for even ghosts to feel.

Because the trees existed here and now, will they

in some strange cosmic place be growing still?

The dimensions covering the earth with what I know,

my domains of here and now, residing as my thought,

are they like trees, alive, then gone, as if asleep,

to reappear perhaps as dream in someone else’s mind,

or as the calculus for a backward path in time?

It is not seeking immortality, but finding roads

in Einstein’s four dimensions, and why should it not be

that all our “nows” remain forever, though untouchable,

and only known by a wise formula to be the case?

If human minds arrange what is, by solipsistic grace,

then all we know, our “nows” and our tomorrows here

do dwell alive in that enormous space…...