I believe in the ordinary day
that is here at this moment and is me.
I do not see it going its own way
but I never saw how it came to me.
It extends beyond whatever I may
think I know and all that is real to me
it is the present that it bears away
where has it gone when it has gone from me
there is no place I know outside today
except for the unknown all around me
the only presence that appears to stay
everything that I call mine it lent me
even the way that I believe the day
for as long as it is here and is me.
W. S. Merwin
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