A Mary Oliver poem while my thoughts collect themselves

Mindful

Every day
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 is 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?

Mary Oliver, Why I Wake Early

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13 thoughts on “A Mary Oliver poem while my thoughts collect themselves

  1. Camellia

    Oh my goodness, you had me: the untrimmable light of the world, the ocean’s shine, the prayers that are made out of grass…and then I saw it was Mary Oliver and I did not yet buy why I wake early, but I must go and get it now, or go outside into the spring light, and thank you for this hymn to carry through the day.

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  2. jess

    I have never heard of mary oliver! I like this poem a lot…but I would name it “why I stay up late”

    I wish I was a morning person but I am not, nor will I ever be…

    hope today was better than yesterday…

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