Moose in the Morning | By May Sarton
Oh wild and gentle beast,
Immense antlered shape,
This morning in the meadow!
Like something ancient, lost
And found now, promise kept,
Emerging from the shadow,
Emerging while I slept—
Wilderness and escape!
You set me free to shirk
The day’s demanding work
And cast my guilt away.
You made a truant of me
This moose-enchanted day
When all I can is see,
When all I am is this
Astonishment and bliss.
Accessed from The Writer’s Almanac
Originally published in Collected Poems (1993), by Norton.