The Woods

“There’s no room for emptiness”

It goes the way it ought to go.

It goes the way it should.

How it goes is something awful,

And awful generates the good.

There’s never any emptiness.

There’s always something new.

There’s always something vanishing 

So the fullness can make room.

Whatever remains must go.

Whatever came once goes for good—

The fossils of a million snows;

The ruins in the woods; the woods.