Morning Trip (80)

“I lounge on the grass, that’s all. So
simple. Then I lie back until I am
inside the cloud that is just above me
but very high, and shaped like a fish.
Or, perhaps not. Then I enter the place
of not-thinking, not-remembering, not-
wanting. When the blue jay cries out his
riddle, in his carping voice, I return.
But I go back, the threshold is always
near. Over and back, over and back. Then
I rise. Maybe I rub my face as though I
have been asleep. But I have not been
asleep. I have been, as I say, inside
the cloud, or, perhaps, the lily floating
on the water. Then I go back to town,
to my own house, my own life, which has
now become brighter and simpler, some-
where I have never been before.”
– Mary Oliver

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4 thoughts on “Morning Trip (80)

    • OOOOO heron THREE days in a row!! It is moving about so still a shocking surprise AND a man on the trail said that he watched a fisher yesterday morning!!! We don’t really have those near here, though DNR is trying to reintroduce them!! A fisherman told me that the eagles are back this year, which explains the one I heard in the bushes the other day!

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  1. What a beautiful blog, Elisa…I will be visiting often. As you may know, I love photography and although my blog details food, I have a passion for viewing life through my lens. You do a wonderful job!
    Mary

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