Attention Deficit Pastoral

Or how, if there is field before me—broad sky,
and too much green—I lose my breath,
forgetting.
Unable to keep up with my body,
now lifted off to wonder.
My children knock
around my knees, yet I can’t hear their pulling.
So much is stunning me at once, the sun
on me at once. Why this?
I go in blind direction
smelling woods or earth or air,
so many roads of grass
under my shoes.