So much

So much I have forgotten:
The delight of dew on my skin
And mud between my toes;
The sweet dusty smell
Of a beloved old pony;
The slow, irregular rhythm of rain dripping
From a leafy ceiling;
The sharp spicy-sweet smell
Of autumn leaves under my feet;
The clear cold gasping chill
Of lake water;
The muscle and sinew and bone
Of me;
The stretch and grasp and lean and shiver
Of being alive:
Today
Here
Now