Saturday. Late morning. 66 lovely degrees. The windows are open. It's a regular orchestral feast with tree trimmers, helicopters, twin-engine planes, dogs barking, birds twittering back and forth, traffic humming softly down the hill. Someone just laughed. Someone else just screamed – at their dog to stop barking I think. Someone is rattling glass bottles into their recycling bin. There goes a leaf blower doing a solo now. Here. Have a small slice of a poem, not the whole thing. You won't need it.
How Everything Adores Being
Alive
Alive
… what if you had wings
and flew
and flew
into the garden,
then
fell
into the up-tipped
face
then
fell
into the up-tipped
face
of a white flower,
and
what if you had
a sort of mouth,
a lip
and
what if you had
a sort of mouth,
a lip
I
to place close
to the
skim
of honey
that kept offering itself –
to the
skim
of honey
that kept offering itself –
what would you think
then
of the world
as, night and day,
you were kept there –
then
of the world
as, night and day,
you were kept there –
oh happy prisoner –
sighing, humming,
roaming
that deep cup?
sighing, humming,
roaming
that deep cup?
~ Mary Oliver
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oh i adore mary oliver. such a beautiful pairing with that hibiscus mary ann. i do miss the flowers that grow down your way….thank you for spreading the riches.
oh Mary Ann
what a beautiful post
…close to the skim of honey…
sigh…
xox – eb.
You gave me a new appreciation of a leaf blower on a Sat. am
How synchronistic…I sat in the back yard this morning enjoying the Sunday symphony of sound…and then you and Ms Oliver put it into words and photos. Indeed an EOR. Thanks.
those hibiscus are over the moon…just love the lush colors. I went to a secret place here in Albuquerque with another student (Paula) and we found a very special play pretty just for you! How fun to connect with a local new friend becasue of your class!! smooches for the MO as well…happy Sunday!
Oh, don’t you love her?
This is wonderful.
She knows who’s who.
I think I might enjoy falling into that Brown Sugar Hibiscus!
A garden tour AND Mary Oliver?!!!???
I’m happy now.
mm.. and I love bees… thankyou…
Glorious photo. glorious poem. Mary Oliver is my favorite and I hadn’t heard that one. Thank you! Love it!
word miner, word finder, you are
This post—another E.O.R. (embarassment of riches)