The Beginner

Oh, to be spring again,
arriving in a world
wet, green and electric.
To throw yourself 
at the unknown,
to stand on new legs
in a wide field,
wobbly, but there,
to know nothing of the world
but what you encounter
each moment,
to have only instinct,
no default—
what a thrill!
What a thrill to be new
over and over
in one life.