Monday's Mary Oliver- Softest of Mornings
(My darling snail, Buckeye ) |
Softest of Mornings
by Mary Oliver
Softest of mornings, hello.
And what will you do today, I wonder,
to my heart?
And how much honey can a heart stand, I wonder,
before it must break?
This is trivial, or nothing, a snail
climbing a trellis of leaves
and the blue trumpets of flowers.
No doubt clocks are ticking loudly
all over the world.
I don't hear them. The snail's pale horns
extend and wave this way and that
as her finger-body shuffles foward, leaving
behind
the silvery path of her slime.
Oh, softest of mornings, how shall I break this?
How shall I move away from the snail, and the
flowers?
How shall I go on, with my introspective and
ambitious life?
You do have a fine snail! Love, moma
ReplyDeleteAnd she's such a prolific mommy! ;)
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