Can You
Imagine?
For example, what the trees
do
not only in lightening storms
or the watery dark of a summer's
night
or under the white nets of winter
but now, and now, and now -
whenever
we're not looking. Surely you can't imagine
they don't
dance, from the root up, wishing
to travel a little, not cramped so much as
wanting
a better view, or more sun, or just as avidly
more shade - surely
you can't imagine they just
stand there loving every
minute of it, the
birds or the emptiness, the dark rings
of the years slowly and without a
sound
thickening, and nothing different unless the wind,
and then only in
its own mood, comes
to visit, surely you can't imagine
patience, and
happiness, like that.
~ Mary Oliver ~
(Long
Life)
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