Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Sleeping in the Forest


I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
Nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts,
and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me,
the insects and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in the water, grappling with luminous doom.
By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.


-Mary Oliver

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