In Everything We See A Hint
In everything we see a hint
That's infinitely beyond small:
The door is open and by dint
Of looking out we surmise all
And that there is no limit to
Reality but near or far
Are only part of what’s in view
Of this existence where we are.
As, for example, early light
Outside upon the foliage
This morning that is extra bright
Delineating every edge
And where for instance is the sun
That isn’t very far away—
When after all is said and done—
From giving us a happy day.
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