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June 5, 2010

Nature’s Path

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 6:44 am

Greetings and salutations from the sandy shores of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket!  On a lazy Saturday morning here on Cape Cod, specifically the little seaside village of Osterville, I hope you are well and safe, enjoying a well deserved day off from all of the insanity the world is offering up right now.  In this country especially, the lack of sanity seems to be the norm.  I feel as though Love is all around me though, and to many, that would seem insane… I wanted to offer another poem written by the Cape poet, Mary Oliver, who looks upon the world, as most poets do, with different eyes–eyes that come from LOVE–a place we all share, whether we acknowledge that fact or not.  May divine intervention rain down on the Gulf region, and help is sent in a BIG way to save as many birds, sea mammals and reptiles, fish of all sizes and shapes, not to mention the marsh lands and micro-organisms that represent the beginning of the food chain, as well as the people who suffer at the hands of men who just don’t see the big picture–blinded by greed and power, robbing them of something divine within themselves…  Have a wonderful Saturday everybody!

At Black River

by, Mary Oliver

All day

its dark, slick bronze soaks

in a mossy place,

its teeth,

a multitude

set

for the comedy

the never comes–

its tail

knobbed and shiny,

and with a heavyweight’s punch

packed around the bone.

In beautiful Florida

he is king

of his own part

of the black river,

and from his nap

he will wake

into the warm darkness

to boom, thrust forward,

paralyzing

the swift, thin-waisted fish,

or the bird

in its frilled, white gown,

that has dipped down

from the heaven of leaves

one last time,

to drink.

Don’t think

I’m not afraid.

There is such an unleashing

of horror.

Then I remember:

death comes before

the rolling away

of the stone.

Peace~ M

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