trees’ end

       We seem to know

the place already, meeting at the trees' end. 

Have our ancestors been here? Each

know the path the other has come by, 

though I've 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.