4/22/11


At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?


-Mary Oliver

3 comments:

Elaine said...

Beautiful.

Erik Makhanov said...

Hey! Its been too long. Keep posting! :)

Anonymous said...

Most depressing blog ever. WRITE!