I though I had found a swan
but it was a migrating snow-goose.
I thought I was linked invisibly to another's life
but I found myself more alone with him than without him.
I thought I had found a fire
but it was the play of light on bright stones.
I thought I was wounded to the core
but I was only bruised.
Denise Levertov "Life in the Forest" New Directions Publishing, 1978