Making a world

[Gabrielle Dean]

Entrance
Whoever you are: step out into the evening
out of your living room, where everything is so known;
your house stands as the last thing before great space:
Whoever you are.

With your eyes, which in their fatigue can just barely
free themselves from the worn-out thresholds,
very slowly, lift a single black tree
and place it against the sky, slender and alone.

With this you have made the world. And it is large

and like a word that is still ripening in silence.

And, just as your will grasps their meaning,
they in turn will let go, delicately, of your eyes . . .

Rainer Maria Rilke  Trans. Cliff Crego

(Love the idea of an entrance being found when you step out…)

  

Not really a single tree "slender and alone", but maybe captures a bit of the essence?