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.