Pilgrim

I enter the moonless forest
like a messenger given news
in an unknown tongue.
Its floor damp with moans: an ecstasy
of lovers worming upon each other

blows through me.

I no longer fear
falling through.
Between trees the sky yawns my emptiness.

My broken body, contorting into
the question
I had beat upright all these years
when I was lost
on the undeviating path, falls
like everything,
under its own weight
into this cavity.
Where nothing interferes,
nothing demands feeding.