THE LONG HUNTER

Passed through the dark wall,

set foot in the unknown track,

paths locked in the minds of beasts

and in strange tongues. Footfall

led him where he did not know.

There was a dark country where

only blind trust could go.

Some joyous animal paced the woods

ahead of him and filled the air

with steepling song to make a way.

Step by step the darkness bore

the light. The shadow opened

like a pod, and from the height

he saw a place green as welcome

on whose still water the sky lay white.