When we first met
I thought you were in a tower
looking down at everything.
Then I saw that your tower
was simply a very large wall.
Then I learned that your wall
was an untamed forest
and I chose to push
steadily through it,
one arm before
the other arm,
holding back the branches
ever-so-gently
so they would not break
when they met again.
I seldom turned back
but when I did
I would see the path
had closed behind me
only mostly
and where I’d walked
and pushed,
the way was greening.
This is the way I came here.
It was then that I saw
your heart was
a hidden pine grove
with a golden carpet of spills
so deep that
my footfalls were silenced
and so
when I had come fully in,
I think you were too surprised
by my presence
to demand that I leave.
It was then that we first met again.