On this 19th anniversary of 9-11, amid a pandemic, and at the end of a week I have been contemplating the comfort of nature, I give you this poem by the late Mary Oliver. The inspiration of the her natural surroundings is what allows her to write. May nature’s beauty also inspire us
Of What Surrounds Me
Whatever it is I am saying, I always
need a leaf or a flower, if not an
entire field. As for sky, I am so wildly
in love with each days inventions, so blue
or cat gray or full
of the ships of clouds, I simply can’t
say whatever it is I am saying without
at least one skyful. That leaves water, a
creek or a well, river or ocean, it has to be
there. For the heart to be there. For the pen
to be poised. For the idea to come.
luxfolium 