Who the hell can see forever?
Wild is the minute as storm seizes the sky
A new world of smell and sight and sound,
Wetness and wildness interlaced all around;
These portals of discovery abound.
Fully enter this world, this new newfoundland:
See the sheer vividness of colour, shade, shadow,
Hear the all round risibility of bird song, sound.
Flesh, blood, soul, air and all the half-created
Epiphanies of cloud and sky and sun everywhere
Enter the mind and fly fleeting from the eye -
Meet the kippering clouds come rushing by.
Grasp these perceptions, cling to the day,
Instress this texture, and wild is the way.