How am to know it?
By reading the book left open to the page
I should have read, but skipped?
Is that how?
By singing the words to the hymn
I never liked the melody of?
By watching the shadows fall across the evening wall,
While the animals sleep?
By resting on the earth
While the grasses whisper above me?
I can wind down to the end of every day
Tossing the late night remnant away
Like a candy wrapper,
Looking for it:
Or maybe I can learn the trick
Of living with it everywhere