The girl and I returned from a walk after the rain. So many singing birds, flooded curbs, flower smells. Rock walls held unassuming native clematis, muted like baby's breath.
Upset, but not broken. Got to get out and move. Absorbing world's tilt while sitting for hours is nuts! Potential mutates, and not for the better. Cut the idling.
Hah! Done with fear. Courage stretches, faces, and turns into the present.
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove – he knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –
Emily Dickinson
