Tell yourself what you know which is nothing.
But the tune your bones play as you keep going.
And you will be able for once to lie down under the small fire of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot go on or turn back and you find yourself where you will be at the end.
Tell yourself in that final flowing of cold through your limbs.
That you love what you are.
LINES FOR THE WINTER---MARK STRAND.