A WALK

Already my eyes touch the sunlit hill,
far ahead of the road I have just begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
we see its light, even from a distance-and it changes us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are;
a gesture seems to wave us on, answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

-Rainer Maria Rilke