As I Walked Out This Morning
<p>As I walked out this morning<br />
caressed by a light-fingered breeze,<br />
the fat clouds piled above me<br />
like mounds of sweetened cream.</p>
<p>Anticipation led my feet,<br />
an urge to rediscover<br />
what neither age nor weariness<br />
should dominate nor smother.</p>
<p>As I walked I saw nine ducks<br />
splashing in a pond.<br />
I thought: <em>I’ve seen these ducks before</em><br />
and so continued on.</p>
<p>And as I walked I heard two hawks<br />
calling to each other<br />
I thought: I’ve<em> heard those calls before</em><br />
and so continued on.</p>
<p>And as I walked I smelled the grass<br />
that morning newly mown.<br />
I thought: <em>I’ve smelled cut grass before</em><br />
and so continued on.</p>
<p>All the usual sensations<br />
surrounded me this day;<br />
<em>a passable delight,</em> I thought,<br />
numbed by my sluggish brain.</p>
<p>Then as if slapped by an unruly wave<br />
my soul snapped to attention;<br />
no longer apart but commingled<br />
with the forces that shape my intention.</p>
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