I went to the bayou to breathe in the Sunrise

I went to the bayou to breathe in the Sunrise,

To observe the wading of herons and egrets,

To study the weather, the way that the clouds fly

Into the horizon without any regrets.

I went to the edge of the water to listen

To bugs and to birds and the whispers of freedom,

To myth as it was in the very beginning:

Obscure and mysteriously recollected.

The sky seemed to be the dull color of grasses,

The water reflected the turning of heaven,

The golden, enlightened Sunrays had gone past me;

This threshold of knowledge and burden of reason

Determine my seeing, but hopefully—at last—

I'll know the oblivious morning's soft breathing.