2024-07-19

 
--Mary Oliver

I am standing
on the dunes
in the heat of summer
and I am listening

to mockingbird again
who is tonguing
his embellishments
and, in the distance,

the shy
weed loving sparrow
who has but one
soft song

which he sings
again and again
and something
somewhere inside

my own unmusical self
begins humming:
thanks for the beauty of the world.
Thanks for my life.


1 comment:

Loren said...

I need to return to blogs and get rid of my news feeds.

I often find myself doing this.