After Love

Now that you have lost

the way you'd taken,

walk out through the new moon

in the spruces

and lie down in the deep leaves

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

you played your one

small part.

Wake now. Stay here

with your parting

arms

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.

--Joseph Fasano