After Love

Now that you have lost
another version of you,
walk out through the new moon
in the spruces
and lie down in the deep
of the clearing.
Listen: they are still here,
the wild things,
migrations moving on again from winter.
All your life
you heard a word
of the singing,
all your life
admitted just a bit of it,
all your life
a new part
in the dark.

Wake now. Stay here
in your waking
and do it, finally
do it: open
to the whole of it, the whole of it,
the wind that sings
what’s been since the beginning.
Listen. Listen. Listen.
There is no one
you’re betraying
in your changes
when you become the whole wild song of what you are.