It is possible, I suppose,
that sometime we will learn
everything there is to learn:
what the world is, for example,
and what it means. I think this
as I am crossing from one field
to another, in summer,
and the mockingbird is mocking me,
as one who either knows enough
already or knows enough to be
perfectly content not knowing.
At my feet the white-petaled daisies
display the small suns of their center-piece-
their, if you don’t mind my saying so- their hearts.
Of course I could be wrong,
perhaps their hearts are pale and narrow
and hidden in the roots. What do I know.
But this: it is heaven itself
to take what is given, to see what is plain;
what the sun lights up willingly;
for example-I think this as I reach down,
not to pick but merely to touch
the suitability of the field for the daisies,
and the daisies for the field.
how I consider my life a great revelation….
inquiry for today~ where will you shine a light today?
has been a landscape
bloom in it.