Sleeping in the Forest

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

Mary Oliver


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We moved into a place with a south facing lawn but forgot to garden. The result is a mess of strawberries, rhubarb, flowers, and mystery weeds. If it’s not going to look pretty, at least it tastes great.

  • Callee - May 20, 2013 - 3:40 pm

    Love it! If it tastes great – then you can forget to garden :-)ReplyCancel