The door snaps shut,
The trees fall in,
I’m reaching out
For you again.

The moment that
My warmth meets yours,
The fear they stoke
Misses a chord—

The road may twist
Far out of sight
Through stifling fog
And moonless night

But a glance at you
As we drive on
Confirms you’re here,
Where I belong,

And nothing else
Can break the pulse
Of healthy human certainty
Kindled by minds alike to this degree.

The forest is not empty then,
When you who also do believe
In open palms and honest eyes
Count the minutes of concurrent life,

A blessing more than
Could be achieved
By any act of self-sympathy:
The bracing breath of calm solidarity.