Saturday, July 9, 2011

at blackwater pond

At Blackwater Pond

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is the beautiful thing that just happened?

--Mary Oliver

photo by the ever-lovely marta: "
Because there's always a moment of a Mary Oliver poem out there." love and miss you too much.

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