Thursday, March 6, 2014

How I Go to the Woods


Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. 
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. 
I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. 
I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. 
I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, 
I must love you very much. 

How I Go to the Woods by Mary Oliver

via my girl Carolyn from LeBluegrass