Driving to Dwight

Before I could get to the place where I saw it,
the young fox was gone, having looked up
from whatever it had found on the road
and was playing with, cricket or field mouse.
It had seen my car coming and scampered off
into the long grass of the ditch. Four things
were gone in that instant: first, the fox;
then its playfulness, too, seeing it dance
on the gravel, batting at whatever it found
with a paw; and third, whatever it found,
so small it too had disappeared; and last,
was that featureless vent in the grass
that had opened for these, then had closed,
disappearing into its greens. The fifth thing
wasn’t gone: my delight, to come upon
something like this for the very first time,
so far into my years, my car slowing down,
me peering out into the world, hoping to
see it again. That joy hadn’t scampered away
after the others. I caught it and carried it
this far, smoothing its fur, almost too happy
with having it happen to share it with you.

Ted Kooser

Ted Kooser

Ted Kooser’s most recent book is Kindest Regards; New and Selected Poems, from Copper Canyon Press. His fourth children’s book, Mr. Posey's New Glasses, was published in 2018 by Candlewick Press.He lives in rural Nebraska and teaches writing part time at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.
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Ted Kooser’s most recent book is Kindest Regards; New and Selected Poems, from Copper Canyon Press. His fourth children’s book, Mr. Posey's New Glasses, was published in 2018 by Candlewick Press. He lives in rural Nebraska and teaches writing part time at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.