Mary Oliver poems are amazing
because you’ll be like
“I feel bereft and hopeless and so alone,”
and shel’ll be like,
“Ok, but have you ever really thought about moss?”
And it turns out you haven’t.
forget how, just ask why…..
inquiry for today~ take yourself to the woods for a little while…
Not in shyness but in disgust
turns its face from me and pours itself
until it is out of sight—
and, after all,
even if we came by some miracle
upon a language which we both knew,
what is it I might say
there in the orange light of early morning,
in the owl’s resting time,
that would have any pluck and worth in it?—
not admonition, or blame,
and not recrimination,
and not, I say, unholy weeping,
and not, for god’s sake, any bending of the knees
in the cold and rough grass
under its gold and glassy eyes
which, in such a conversation, you must imagine
turned upon you.
So I cannot improve upon the scene
as it happens:
and my stony silence
god’s bark-colored thumb—
and opens the sheath of its wings
and turns its hungry, hooked head
upon me, and away,
becomes the perfect, billowing instrument
as it glides
through the wind
like a knife.
Mary never disappoints!
oh never…..so true! a delight full of magic….thank you Lori:)
a timeless presence in our lives……always and kind….sorry for the late reply…thanks Lori…..
I smile when I think about mushrooms because I’m a fun guy (couldn’t resist)🤣
ha! enjoy! live and learn and love g.f.s…..