A PLEASANT GREEN JOURNEY
I went on a pleasant green journey
afoot in grove and prairie.
I forded drowsy rivers beside bathing horses;
carved your name in bark during an ancient forest;
wove a necklace of stems
as I talked to you to myself to my steps,
straightening my course from a circle
to a purpose at the last minute;
from a high shelf I admired a valley of fat herds
and miles of corn row in razor file;
until in the village where we keep our thoughts
I knocked at the very best one of them all.