Tiamo
Greetings from Cape Cod and the Islands of Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard! The sun was out in full force this morning, as the sun did rise once again, on time, and the snow that still lingers in the cold winter air keeps my boat afloat with the promise of Spring to come… I thought on this Sunday morning, I would offer yet another prayer, of sorts, from a talented, nay, brilliant artist named Mary Oliver, who had the courage to write a book about her love for Cape Cod and, perhaps, more importantly, offer us all some LOVE in an otherwise dishonest and cynical world–no judgement here, only the gift of poems written in kindness and in LOVE… the title is.. “The Marsh Hawk”…
The marsh hawk
doesn’t,
as other hawks do,
work his wings
like soft hinges to make progress over the morning marsh,
but merely, or so it seems, lays his breast upon the air
and the air, if understanding,
floats him along
with his wings open, and raised, just a little
beyond the horizontal–in thanks, perhaps,
to the greater crystal carrier
of leaves and clouds–
of everything.
And even though his shadow
follows exactly
his tilt and flow, and even though
he must know that hunger will win,
he doesn’t hurry,
but floats in wide circles
as he gazes
into the marshes below
his hard beak
and the hooks of his feet, as though
wanting something
more lasting than meat.
At noon he’s still there
above the brambles, the grass, the flat water,
where, in their most almost stately disengagement,
the incredible dampness and darkness
shine.
May you, and I mean everyone, have a blessed Sunday morning and week ahead. Peace~ M
