Primary Wonder

Days pass when I forget the mystery

Problems insoluble and problems offering

their own ignored solutions

jostle for my attention, they crowd its antechamber

along with a host of diversions, my courtiers, wearing

their coloured clothes; caps and bells.

And then

once more the quiet mystery

is present to me, the throng's clamour

recedes: the mystery

that there is anything, anything at all,

let alone cosmos, joy, memory, everything,

rather than void: and that, O Lord,

Creator, Hallowed One, You Still,

hour by hour sustain it.

Denise Levertov, The Stream and the Sapphire