MOVING ON

For me to be struck with wonder at
Trees that
Keep on standing
For years
Hundreds of years
I had to live for over forty years.

For me to be entranced at
Grass
Day and night
How does smallest, most slender stalk
Stand upright?
Took even more years.

The acquisition of this knowledge
That
Trees
Are trees
Grass
Is grass.
Came about then.
From there
I passed by everything.

Arriving at the point where
I can glimpse
My future destination
I stop, agitated
“Move faster”,
Driven onwards by
The view.

MOVING ON