Redwood trees
in Muir Woods (Marin County, CA).
Sleeping in the Forest
from Twelve Moons (1979)
by Mary Oliver
I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
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1 comment:
yay! tree-visitings! thank you for your email, & thank you as well for this post. welcoming earth & night-birds, luminosity & dissolving. mmm.
i am so glad you had a lovely relaxing birthday -- you deserve it!
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