this city boy,
working on a dairy,
walked down to the milk tank
in the January dark.
The electric lines
sang and snapped
in the cold
as I skimmed
the cream from the tank
for next morning’s breakfast.
Until that moment
walking home
I did not know a single thing.
I thought I knew many things,
but they all had collapsedĀ
into one moment.
Now I knew one thing

