So I stood still...
in the day's exquisite early morning light
so I didn't crush with my great feet
any small or unusual thing
just happening to pass by
where I was passing by
on my way to the blueberry fields,
and maybe it was the toad
and maybe it was the June beetle
and maybe it was the pink and tender worm
who does his work without limbs or eyes
and does it well
or maybe it was the walking stick, still frail
and walking humbly by, looking for a tree.
or maybe, like Blake's wondrous meeting,
it was the elves, carrying one of their own
on a rose-petal coffin away, away
into the deep grasses.
After awhile the quaintest voice said,
"Thank you." And then there was silence
For the rest, I would keep you wondering.
- Mary Oliver
Sent to me today.
by my friend Reuben
Thank You.
