before the first man
came to the woods
for a long time there
was only endless bipolarity
with summers and winters
like two interchangeable twins.
the snows on the top of the hills
were flushed down by april suns.
there was only a hint
yet no notion of change.
no sound of a sparrow’s chant
or of coming tides.
wind travelled alone across the land.
I think some years later from now
after we split apart
he’ll have a hard time
getting accustomed to loneliness
again. but he will possess the second
eternity to forget men.