A Momentary Creed - W. S. Merwin
I believe in the ordinary daythat is here at this moment and is me.
I do not see it going its own way
but I never saw how it came to me.
It extends beyond whatever I may
think I know and all that is real to me.
It is the present that bears it away
where it has gone when it has gone from me.
There is no place I know outside today
except for the unknown all around me.
The only presence that appears to stay
everything that I call mine it lent to me.
Even the way that I believe the day
for as long as it is here and is me.
