I was walking again <br />in the woods, <br />a yellow light <br />was sifting all I saw. <br /> <br />Willfully, <br />with a cold heart, <br />I took a stick, <br />lifted it to the opposite side <br />of the path. <br /> <br />There, I said to myself, <br />that's done now. <br />Brushing one hand against the other, <br />to clean them <br />of the tiny fragments of bark.<br /><br />Jane Hirshfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changing-everything/
