When I Was Young Comments

I just sent text about a poem that I only know from memory but seemed similar to the poem written by David Harris. I wonder who the author is?

When I was young I lived beneath a dappled sky, a question here a problem there, but mostly sky and this a manageable world. Today with questions dwarfing answers everywhere, from north to south and east to west, I bow before the mystery, and as I bow, I bend.