How long ago the day is <br />when at last I look at it <br />with the time it has taken <br />to be there still in it <br />now in the transparent light <br />with the flight in the voices <br />the beginning in the leaves <br />everything I remember <br />and before it before me <br />present at the speed of light <br />in the distance that I am <br />who keep reaching out to it <br />seeing all the time faster <br />where it has never stirred from <br />before there is anything <br />the darkness thinking the light<br /><br />William Stanley Merwin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/any-time/
