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| Trees at Reservoir, VI (M.A. Reilly, Ringwood, NJ 2009) |
Walking to Oak-Head Pond, and Thinking of the Ponds I Will Visit in the Next Days and Weeks
- Mary Oliver
What is so utterly invisible
as tomorrow?
Not love,
not the wind,
not the inside of stone.
Not anything.
And yet, how often I'm fooled—
I'm wading along
in the sunlight—
and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining
days ahead—
I can see the light spilling
like a shower of meteors
into next week's trees,
and I plan to be there soon—
and, so far, I am
just that lucky,
my legs splashing
over the edge of darkness,
my heart on fire.
I don't know where
such certainty comes from—
the brave flesh
or the theater of the mind—
but if I had to guess
I would say that only
what the soul is supposed to be
could send us forth
with such cheer
as even the leaf must wear
as it unfurls
its fragrant body, and shines
against the hard possibility of stoppage—
which, day after day,
before such brisk, corpuscular belief,
shudders, and gives way.
The light, the shadows...and those clouds. I hope the ponds bring solace. Peace.
ReplyDeleteOver the years, it most certainly has. I photograph here often.
DeleteI love the constancy,yet change that the same place brings each time visited.
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