• I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge! Think of it!

    Charles Simic (2013). “New and Selected Poems: 1962-2012”, p.117, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt