Grandma Buys Me Trees for Israel and I Imagine Their Story

A few of us have always been here—
in Carmel, Galilee—
but the tall stands—some hundred million of us—
transform shrubland and garrigue
into pine forest deserts.

Subsisting on depleted soil, we feed
the land fungi, and they supply scarce
minerals to our roots.

Spring sap boils,
blooms, sets fruit.

We await the khamsin

to blow

and blast
us open.