Saturday, October 22, 2011

Saturday, all day long

It seemed this day was one without imagination.  A dull day, with a lethargic spirit that somehow crept  inside and inserted itself into the bracelet of bright autumn days that have encircled our lives.  And so I went  looking for inspiration to quieten the melancholy and return to some semblance of creativity and mindfulness, and came across this lovely poem by Mary Oliver.

Mocking Birds

This morning
two mockingbirds
in the green field
were spinning and tossing

the white ribbons
of their songs
into the air.
I had nothing

better to do than listen.
I mean this
seriously.

In Greece
a long time ago,
an old couple
opened their door

to two strangers
who were,
it soon appeared,
not men at all,
but gods

It is my favourite story
how the old couple
had almost nothing to give

but their willingness
to be attentive -
but for this alone
the gods loved them

and blessed them -
when they rose
out of their mortal bodies,
like a million particles of water
from a fountain,

the light
swept into all the corners
of the cottage,

and the old couple,
shaken with understanding,
bowed down -
but still they asked for nothing

but the difficult life which they had already.
And the gods smiled, as they vanished,
clapping their great wings.

Wherever it was
I was supposed to be
this morning -
whatever it was I said

I would be doing -
I was standing
at the edge of the field
I was hurrying

through my own soul,
opening its dark doors -
I was leaning out;
I was listening











4 comments:

Penny said...

We need poems like this. I hope you are feeling more positive.

Barb said...

Mary Oliver - a favorite of mine. She writes of simple, everyday occurrences that expand to touch the profound.

Hildred and Charles said...

Barb, - yes, exactly. She has great insight, beautifully expressed.

and Penny, thank you, - lots happening today to brighten our lives....

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

So lovely!