I went on a pleasant green journey

afoot in grove and prairie.

I forded drowsy rivers beside bathing horses;

carved your name in bark during an ancient forest;

wove a necklace of stems

as I talked to you to myself to my steps,

straightening my course from a circle

to a purpose at the last minute;

from a high shelf I admired a valley of fat herds

and miles of corn row in razor file;

until in the village where we keep our thoughts

I knocked at the very best one of them all.