Tree-tied followed a few weeks after O Mother!. I was in shock, in a speechless, tongue tied daze in the face of mortality. I was at sea. I was swimming madly trying to stay afloat. My world had come undone. I needed the rootedness of the trees. I needed to create order to counter my personal chaos. So I tied the trees together with the scattered stones. I felt better. The universe, now, made sense. I rested beneath the old oak tree gazing out at my accomplishment. I ate an apple. Two women from the Mount Royal Eco-Patrol appeared and scattered the stones. They untied the trees. They returned order to chaos. I was, once again, undone.