Monday's Mary Oliver- Walking to Oak-head Pond

 

Walking to Oak-head Pond and Thinking About the Ponds I Will Visit in the Next Days and Weeks

by Mary Oliver 

What is so utterly invisible 

as tomorrow? 

Not love,

not the wind,

not the inside of a stone.

Not anything.

And yet, how often I'm fooled-

I'm wading along

in the sunlight-

and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining

days ahead- 

I can see the light spilling

like a shower of meteors

into next week's trees,

and I plan to be there soon-

and, so far, I am

just that lucky,

my legs splashing 

over the edge of darkness,

my heart on fire.

I don't know where

such certainty comes from-

the brave flesh

or the theater of the mind-