Gratitude

Poems have never really been my thing, probably because most of the time I just don't get them. But recently a dear friend of mine introduced me to the poems of Mary Oliver in a book called Thirst. A particular poem so moved me that I felt a need to share it.




The Place I Want To Get Back To

is where
in the pinewoods
in the moments between
the darkness

and first light
two deer
came walking down the hill
when they saw me

they said to each other, okay
this one is okay,
let's see who she is
and why she is sitting

on the ground, like that,
so quiet, as if
asleep, or in a dream,
but, anyway, harmless;

and so they came
on their slender legs
and gazed upon me
not unlike the way

I go out to the dunes and look
and look and look
into the faces of the flowers;
and then one of them leaned forward

and nuzzled my hand, and what can my life
bring to me that could exceed
that brief moment
For twenty years

I have gone every day to the same woods,
not waiting, exactly, just lingering.
Such gifts, bestowed,
can't be repeated.

If you want to talk about this
come to visit, I live in the house
near the corner, which I have named
Gratitude.


Mary Oliver


not so much a place as a feeling...but sometimes if you are lucky the place can create the feeling.

Yearn to Travel...Live the Dream...Practice Gratitude.

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