i imagine us seeing
everything from another place
the top
of one of the pale dunes
or the deep and nameless
fields of the sea...
believing in a thousand
fragile and unprovable things,
looking out for sorrow,
slowing down for happiness,
making all the right turns
right down to the thumping
barriers to the sea,
the swirling waves...
the past, the future,
the doorway that belongs
to you and me.
"coming home" by mary oliver, from dream work.
© the atlantic monthly press, 1986.
via the writer's almanac, feb 11, 2009
everything from another place
the top
of one of the pale dunes
or the deep and nameless
fields of the sea...
believing in a thousand
fragile and unprovable things,
looking out for sorrow,
slowing down for happiness,
making all the right turns
right down to the thumping
barriers to the sea,
the swirling waves...
the past, the future,
the doorway that belongs
to you and me.
"coming home" by mary oliver, from dream work.
© the atlantic monthly press, 1986.
via the writer's almanac, feb 11, 2009
