After the rain, the green.

A note.

Life is the only way

to get covered in leaves,

catch your breath on the sand,

rise on wings.

to be a dog,

or stroke its warm fur;

to tell pain,

from everything it's not;

to squeeze inside events,

dawdle in views,

to seek the least of all possible mistakes.

An extraordinary chance

to remember for a moment

a conversation held

with the lamp switched off;

and if only once

to stumble on a stone,

end up drenched in one downpour or another,

mislay your keys in the grass,

to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;

and to keep on not knowing

something important.

Wislawa Szymborska

From Leading from within: Poetry that sustains the courage to lead.