I wrote this poem when I was living in Houston, Texas about 17 years ago. A friend took me out of the hotel I was living and working in and brought me to a park. It was a relief to get away from the concrete and glass buildings, cars and roads. From that perspective the downtown took on a different appearance. It was actually beautiful, bearable, from a distance. In the park, I saw these pine trees with very large cones on the ground. Everything’s bigger in Texas! I took 3 of them back to my room and stared at them for days until the poem came out. I even tried to print it on the page as a sort of parallel helix with the poem mirroring itself, representing how they appeared to me as I rotated and appreciated them from different angles. Let me know what you think of the ending. It kind of wrote itself, and surprised me with its playful insight. Same thing with As Above So Below.