Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Ode to a Friend

Every day
I see or hear
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
of light.
It was what I was born for-
to look, to listen
to lose myself
inside this soft world-
to instruct myself
over and over
in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant-
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentaions.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these-
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
-Mary Oliver


jbird said...

Just lovely, thank you, esp after our afternoon chat this week!
Still thinking..... :-)

Maritza said...

That is very nice!

Anonymous said...

Beautiful drawing. Thank you.