Experience!
And Then It Is Gone
Experience!
and then it is gone,
down steps
to Memory.
We walked through the woods this afternoon
rain falling—
(and though we had them
not enough to open umbrellas)
—the drops caught by the fresh green canopy
of newly emerged leaves
over the path.
Almost, just almost, you could feel
the throbbing humming pulsing—
flower scents mingling
with wet earth smells of decay.
The passionate watercolor brushes of Charles Burchfield
would be my choice for trying to capture
this palpitating quivering trembling mural
of early spring.
We talked very little—
mostly adjectives of Awe.
Diving acrobats, the birds
from tree to ground
to tree to disappeared.
Gliding down to greet
the worms emerging.
Singing bending beak notes.