Every child begins the world again, to some extent

My arithmetic was     seeds
a few wild apples
 
Such     an interval     between me and 
the recollection I had of it
 
winds passed over      
the outside of the earth every where
I myself     suddenly     neighbor to those 
mist     by degrees     revealed 
 
I looked between     the blue     portion
place and time were     nearer
I was really there     
 
I got up early and bathed in the pond
from within     its fruit
 
who does not believe that each day contains 
an earlier     
 
There is a dawn     in me