For this moment I will stay,
posing in the Springtime light,
amidst the early sky and distant
moon, each thing with a meaning.
There are sounds to be heard, and
the spreading force of that green
fuse, growing things sprightly from
the dead, brown earth. Where so
before there was nothing, now
there is all this. Bissful, how
these hi-hats all sing.
Their new day song is enamored of
Life; here, and there, and there.
Two by two, it seems, everything
new happens twice : at twice
the speed of Life. One day we
live in doubt, the next the very
world is open, upon us.