Thunder Nap

Are we still pinching ourselves?
The parked car reminded me
Of a time when to be here
Seemed so wildly fortunate
That the ravens in the pines
Sang. Sang froid sets in quickly,
Almost daily after youth,

And it's tempting to forget
That defiance of advice
And all probability
Dreams both the road to ruin
With crack-ups to see, and then
Again, now, the secret source
Of joy in these trees of life.