How did it go Poem by Esther Kinsky

How did it go again
in the shadow in the shadow
of this or that tree there we stood
exchanging glances touching hands
and then our eyes
lowered companionable now
that rustling like animals
among the dry stalks on the ground
but it's only
the long-fallen leaves and this consumed shadow
writhing in the winter's light
what is the chaff to the wheat
asks my forever unseasonable heart
for the raven is already much louder
than all the rustling
that strange creature