“Day without a Name” by W.S. Merwin

Not today then
will it be here after all
the word for this time
the name its age
today nothing is missing
except the word for it
the morning is too
beautiful to be anything else
too brief for waiting
and behind its pellucid passage
another light that does not
appear to be moving
fills the horizon
there the word
waited for
like a wild creature
not glimpsed this season
not seen by anyone
must be watching