And then there’s
the yellow trees dripping
with after-storm light.
And then the busy
people’s faces, each
with its effortless beauty.
And then the steely, spacious
twilight glow in the west,
and to the east the tall poplar
shining dimly against
dark gray distant clouds.
And then I’m walking in
a world once again enchanted,
once again seducing me
back into wonder. And then,
just for a moment,
I remember who I am.
