I returned from three days of golf
At Lake Orion, with a philosophical man.
A PhD talked the ear of me,
And spoke so deeply on the meanings
Of life as we approached the green.
Across the fence in a sawgrass meadow
I saw a doe grazing in spite of us.
I don't remember much of his diatribe
But the ball and the doe stuck.
He began on the fallacy of memory,
Asking me to name the cities of the Olympics:
Mexico, Rome, Beijing, Montreal,
I think I was able to name them all;
But the beaver cub swimming
Beneath the walkway
Dragging a branch underwater
Made it all clear,
Took my breath away,
And stopped my ear.
