If I could choose just one thing to take
with me to whatever world lies beyond,
say, as a memento or souvenir
of my visit to this place called Earth—
just one thing to represent it all,
to hold the essence of all my days—
would be impossible were the choice
left to logic. But give my heart reign
and it will go at once to a blue-sky day
in early spring when white blossoms
and robin’s song float on soft, warm air.