to squirrels
think, and
it is
difficult be-
cause they
don’t put
their thoughts
into English.
I know
some French
and they
don’t think
in French
either. Never-
theless, nothing
is stopping
my practice.
I become
one with
no words
and small
sharp curved
claws. My
arboreal aspirations
grip the
bark we
climb.
.
© John Levy 2026
.