I could go—
sit for a while in the small meadow,
walk along the creek,
admire the sunflowers
and the pink and purple phlox,
but I wouldn’t find
what I’d be looking for—
those elusive treefrogs, green,
like my envy
for what will never be mine.
There is joy enough
remembering what else I found there—
the beginning of a perennial happiness
still in bloom.
I could go, or—
I could celebrate this anniversary
by leaving the wild things wild—
letting their existence in the world
bring me a smile.
Oh, how close one wild thing came
into my view
into my hand
into my life—
taught me how foolish it was to wait
for what would never make the choice
to be mine.