Question

I’ve watched the white clouds pantomime
The inner workings of my mind,
Where thought and feeling paint a scene
As if the blue sky were a dream.

I’ve watched the snow-bogged trees bend down
And shake their coats upon the ground
In order that they may reclaim
A straighter truth from whence they came.

I’ve watched the congress of the geese
Assemble in a perfect V
In order that they may keep sight
Of one another’s path of flight.

I’ve watched the flood tide turn its head
And slack before the coming ebb
Without want or predilection
Waiting for the moon’s direction.

I’ve watched the ocean lashed

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