A billion new sights
Sounds and smells assailed him
Each step of the hike.
Days were bright.
None of his usual complaining
Even when cloudy or raining.
For he then understood
Every plant, every tree
Every thing that's alive
Must have both sunlight
And moisture to thrive.
Night was night.
Oddly the fears he had felt
Under lamps incandescent
Were not there by starlight
Or moon, full or crescent.
And just before sleep
He'd pray-how he'd pray
That next day he'd break out
With total amnesia.
Come on sudden-a seizure.
No name, no address
No town, no family
No school to go back to
He couldn't remember a thing of his past!