As I parked the car on East 12th street
a mouse appeared on the outside
of the windshield
a baby, anyway so small
from where
can’t imagine
not brown not white
sky grey
but eyes dark
met mine
but I didn’t know
what to do
looked at the people
walking along
suddenly
I felt like a holy man
intimate
with the mystery
of creation.

Charles Chaim Wax

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/overcome-with-awe/