PassageEvery leaf that fallsnever stops falling. I oncethought that leaves were leaves.Now I think they are feeling,in search of a place—someone's hair, a park bench, a finger. Isn't thatlike us, going from place toplace, looking to be alive?"Passage" from The Trees Witness Everything. Copyright © 2022. Reprinted by permission of The Permission Company LLC, on behalf of Copper Canyon Press. Ciguapa Antellana, me llamo sueño de la madrugada (who more sci-fi than us) (2018) © Firelei Báez, NYC Transit 163 St-Amsterdam Av Station. Commissioned by MTA Arts & Design. Photo by Rob Wilson/ MTA Arts & Design.