Sojourns in the Parallel World
We live our lives of human passions,
cruelties, dreams, concepts,
crimes and the exercise of virtue
in and beside a world devoid
from apprehension--though affected,
certainly, by our actions. a world
parallel to our own though overlapping.
We call it "nature"; only reluctantly
admitting ourselves to be "nature" too.
Whenever we lose track of our own obsessions,
an hour even, of pure (almost pure)
response to that insouciant life:
cloud, bird, fox, the flow of light, the dancing
pilgrimage of water, vast stillness
of spellbound ephemerae on a lit windowpane,
animal voices, mineral hum, wind
conversing with rain, ocean with rock, stuttering
of fire to coal - then something tethered
in us, hobbled like a donkey on its patch
of gnawed grass and thistles, breaks free.
No one discovers
into our own sphere (where we must
return, indeed, to evolve our destinies)
--but we have changed, a little.