This Morning.

This morning was something. A little snow

lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear

blue sky. The sea was blue, blue-green,

as far as the eye could see.

Scarcely a ripple. Calm. I dressed and went

for a walk__ determined not to return

until I took in what Nature had to offer.

I passed close to some old, bent-over trees.

Crossed a field strewn with rocks

where snow had drifted. Kept going

until I reached the bluff.

Where I gazed at the sea, and the sky, and

the gulls wheeling over the white beach

far below. All lovely. All bathed in a pure

cold light. But, as usual, my thoughts

began to wander. I had to will

myself to see what I was seeing

and nothing else. I had to tell myself this is what

mattered, not the other. (And I did see it,

for a minute or two!) For a minute or two

it crowded out the usual musings on

what was right, and what was wrong__ duty,

tender memories, thoughts of death, how i should treat

with my former wife. All the things

I hoped would go away this morning.

The stuff I live with every day. What

I've trampled on in order to stay alive.

But for a minute or two I did forget

myself and everything else. I know I did.

For when I turned back I didn't know

where I was. Until some birds rose up

from the gnarled trees. And flew

in the direction I needed to be going.

-Raymond Carver