Morning Trip (94)

“…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
Six Recognitions of the Lord
Thirst: Poems

2 thoughts on “Morning Trip (94)

  1. I just found the Mary Oliver poem book this morning and thought to re-read. This poem is delicious and sparks more thoughts about a better way to describe “awakening”. Seriously, your words (although I didn’t like reading them at first) brought me to a place of seeing more clearly and hopefully attempting to articulate from a fresh place. But not now. Will just stare at clouds and snow for a while.

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