An ultimate of air

'For what we see is never purely seen,

Not final with its final radiance,

As if we were but animals a-gaze

In a gray field, and grayness all around,

A universe contained by walls of stone,

An ultimate of air, a final scene . . .

A sea-wind pausing in a summer tree,

A bird serene upon a nest of light . . .

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And shall we leap the trees as light as birds?

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I leap to the wind.

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A stretching time, a crossing time,

Taller than the longest sun-shaft . . . "

from A Nest of Light by Theodore Roethke

And now, sleep.

Tomorrow I will wake late, 'leap to the wind' and walk this beach.