I long to walk the world
without a single care,
down every street in innocence,
entranced by ordinary miracles —
spring blossoms on the trees,
the dead lead skies'
life-giving rain,
and by the enigmatic street itself,
this trance of street
awaiting every passerby,
each one trailing the mystery:
where have we come from,
where are we, where
are we going?
I'd graze and drink
like an animal
without reflective memory,
and live within the world,
a visitor
on an aesthetic mission —
to contemplate all that I see,
refining, tamping down, until
I'm left with but
an essence — joy.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-ambition/
