Two paths crossed the pine wood,
astonishingly precise directions, animals
I never saw again. While the crops
were ripening on the fields, there were charms
hanging from the trees and quick-silver to treat
certain ailments, a vital piece of equipment.
There were sunflowers surrounding the house and the scarecrows
everlasting words preventing me
from going mad. And there was a wall
which had to be jumped over, and the glorious morning
of the climb, the science of the great migrations.
But there’s no need to go into more details.
This is my body. This is my mind.
They’ve known each other since childhood and together
they’ve served their sentence.
Of the future, I know nothing. Except that it will come.