I came in listening to oak and snow
and walking in them. I was closest
to having them tell me their names
when I was three.
Then school started and interrupted me.
Made me articulate and write
names for things like days
the oak and snow never used for them.
Because wonder is silent, the blank part of the page.
What a remedial notion to write, to fix
the name of anything when you’re six
and are the poem.