The World Spun

As I looked over all the things I'd done
Since spring, since buds had sprouted in the trees,
Stamens and pistils, bears and bumblebees
And evenings with a little bit of sun,
I thought, Let's stop a moment. The world spun
Too fast. Though I remembered the deep freeze
With fondness, I hoped whole new histories
Would happen now. Why run so fast? Why run?

The autumn rains began: a single drop
Came down near where the giant bales were heaped,
Beside the towering harvest we had reaped.
The world spun; watching from the mountaintop
I flagged the brakeman, but he wouldn't stop,
So I threw caution to the wind, and leaped.