I collected a basket of lichen, moss, and birch bark for a future project.
Maybe I'll arrange little deer in it for a personal portable forest,
or make a diorama like the shoebox ones we made in grade school.
I'd like to make some crazy outsider art version of a diorama. And...
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over...
... I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
from Birches, by Robert Frost