Day Dream
Wondering about it long ago proved
No different from imagining it now.
Same odds, same wagers. Enter faith, proposing
Hints and guesses, of how we figure in
A story, not a riddle. He had sensed this
On his entrance, then lost himself in
Thought, and missed his cues. Now it all came
Back: He was not to play a part, but be
A part created once for all. Being,
Freed from self, however briefly, brought joy —
That thrush bearing that branch aloft in song
Child and mother attending marigolds.
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