"Stepping out to meet the morning chill"
Stepping out to meet the morning chill
I donned my heavy coat.
Turning my face to the bora wind
I sallied forth to seize the day.
The path I found--'twas far from town--
Had not been clearly marked.
Where others had strayed
I had not;
Their errors lay all around.
With determined foot I moved
And covered ground,
The world stretched out before me.
I learned, I grew to understand
How men are made from men-to-be.
But walking then--and walking fast--
I felt some sense of urgency.
So out I broke into a run,
The sort that defies
The pressing nature of a setting sun.
But short I stopped for I had found
That something in me was there no longer.
I panicked; quick I searched around,
Convinced that I had faltered.
Dashing back to retrace the steps
Which my soles had trodden deeply,
I noticed things had gone unseen
Like the breezing grass and blooming trees,
That now met my gaze so keenly.
It seems for miles I had run
With my back against the way ahead,
Though of my task I had accomplished none:
I had not moved an inch
From the spot where I'd begun.
Weak and weary-- surely drowning--
Collapsed my body to the dirt.
A revelation came to me:
I know now things I cannot revert.
And lo! The day is lost to those who fail
To see the things which are overt.