Tuesday, October 25, 2011

"Just a minute," said a voice...


"Just a minute," said a voice...
by Mary Oliver

"Just a minute," said a voice in the weeds. 
So I stood still
in the day's exquisite early morning light.
and so I didn't crush with my great feet
any small or unusual thing just happening to pass by
where I was passing by
on my way to the blueberry fields,
and maybe it was the toad
and maybe it was the June beetle
and maybe it was the pink and tender worm
who does his work without limbs or eyes
and does it so well
or maybe it was the walking stick, still frail
and walking humbly by, looking for a tree,
or maybe, like Blake's wondrous meeting, it was
the elves, carrying one of their own
on a rose petal coffin away, away
into the deep grasses, After awhile
the quaintest voice said, "Thank you." And then there was silence
For the rest, I would keep you wondering.


Jessica LaBrie said...

ah, Julie, once again you and Mary Oliver are there to bring wisdom and connection. Gracias.

Julie Charette Nunn, Crow's Daughter said...

Thank you....peace.

Hedgefaery Herbals said...

Beautiful...have a lovely day...