Thursday, September 18, 2008

and what are you going to do



Poppies

The poppies send up their
orange flares; swaying
in the wind, their congregations
are a levitation

of bright dust, of thin
and lacy leaves.
There isn't a place
in this world that doesn't

sooner or later drown
in the indigos of darkness,
but now, for a while,
the roughage

shines like a miracle
as it floats above everything
with its yellow hair.
Of course nothing stops the cold,

black, curved blade
from hooking forward—
of course
loss is the great lesson.

But I also say this: that light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness,

when it's done right,
is a kind of holiness,
palpable and redemptive.
Inside the bright fields,

touched by their rough and spongy gold,
I am washed and washed
in the river
of earthly delight—

and what are you going to do—
what can you do
about it—
deep, blue night?

Mary Oliver

This post is sort of for Missa, who must be traveling happily across California right now.

Listening to: Bruce Peninsula
Reading: The Summer Book by Tove Jansson

5 comments:

  1. This entire post is so lovely! Whenever I read your blog I feel as if I am peeking into a curio box or darling journal...it's much more poetic than most blogs.

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  2. Awwww, you are the sweetest Millakins! Lovely lovely poem and very cool time lapse.

    We had a wonderful trip and many happy moments :)

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