Everyday
I see or hear
…..something
…………that more or less
kills me
….with delight,
……..that leaves me
…………like a needle
in the haystack
….of light.
……..It was what I was born for –
…………to look, to listen,
to lose myself
….inside this soft world –
……..to instruct myself
…………over and over
in joy,
….and acclamation.
……..Nor am I talking
…………about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
….the very extravagant –
……..but of the ordinary,
…………the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
….Oh, good scholar,
……..I say to myself,
…………how can you help
but grow wise
….with such teachings
……..as these –
…………the untrimmable light
of the world,
….the ocean’s shine,
……..the prayers that are made
…………out of grass?
by Mary Oliver