poem
I want to be
where the sand meets the sea
where it’s just you and me
dreaming and wondering of what could be.
I want to go
where memories won’t know
how fast you grow
or my sorrow.
I want to take you
to a place we once knew
where the skies are so blue
and it was just we two.
Mysteries, Yes
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity,
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds
will never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
—Mary Oliver
