Russian Dolls II

They sit
quietly
within one another,
as though the steppe were not wide enough
for them all to stand alone.

Perhaps
they have forgotten that they have wood, not flesh
hollowness instead of a heart
and are keeping each other warm.
Anchoring themselves
lest the wind should sweep them away.

One day
they might grow tired of one another,
and seperate a while
only to find themselves
spreading
like the seeds
of a silverberry tree.