Halfway North

And we will see there

only ordinary things, constellations of dew,

only miracles.

I will meet you in the woods

And we will carry there

only our temporal minds, bodies, spirits,

only these eternal.

I will meet you in the woods

And we will find there

only things deep and green and growing,

only decay.

I will meet you in the woods

and you will bring for me

all of the things I need from you –

only

nothing.