“Beginning” by W.S. Merwin

Long before spring
king of the black cranes
rises one day
from the black
needle’s eye
on the white plain
under the white sky

the crown turns
and the eye
drilled clear through his head
turns
it is north everywhere
come out he says

come out then
the light is not yet
divided
it is a long way 
to the first
anything
come even so
we will start
bring your nights with you