Seven Steeples Quite Blown Down

I have made the reckless choice.
And now we'll see how it works.
All dies off quickly, strangely.
I'm going bush by myself.
I stop myself from writing
Down every line infects me.
I sit in the morning sun

Before it gets too damned hot
And I think of the skylight
A suicidal woman
Said she used to teach herself
To meditate, stay. You're here
For a reason. People want
You to stay, she explained.

In the first meeting of fall
One high window in the gym
Where professors assembled
Showed the leaves of a plane tree
In bright sun as the meeting
Dragged on under fluorescents.
And I stared and stared at it.