A Blind Wish for Randall Jarrell

Sometimes all the roads seem dark.

But in that darkness trees and animals

take slow shape under an enormous will.

The field between the lost world and the world

you gently foundered in is woods again,

the bearded man and boy in tennis shoes

now grow together in a single tree,

or run with the blood of a single fox,

leaping and falling in the deepening forest.