trees’ end

trees' end

We seem to know
the place already, meeting at the tree's end. 
Have our ancestors been here? Each
know the path the other had come by, 
though I'd not tracked through your bright fields
nor you my woods. 

We seemed to know
that something was expected, 
and we found we loved
neither was surprised
but only glad this was the place
our blood remembered a thousand years
since we were children first.