Thursday, August 07, 2008

Thursday Poem - The Ponds

Every year
the lilies
are so perfect
I can hardly believe

their lapped light crowding
the black,
mid-summer ponds.
Nobody could count all of them --

the muskrats swimming
among the pads and the grasses
can reach out
their muscular arms and touch

only so many, they are that
rife and wild.
But what in this world
is perfect?

I bend closer and see
how this one is clearly lopsided --
and that one wears an orange blight --
and this one is a glossy cheek

half nibbled away --
and that one is a slumped purse
full of its own
unstoppable decay.

Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled --
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking

into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing --
that the light is everything -- that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.

Mary Oliver
(from House of Light)

4 comments:

Cheryl Doran-Girard said...

Just lovely--both the image and Mary Oliver's writing. Thank you for sharing.

Lil said...

Ever since you've started to post Mary's poems, I've become a huge fan. I love this one...

(((Cate & Cassie)))

xo

Wren said...

Lovely poem, and the perfect picture to illustrate it.

Sky said...

always a delight to find oliver and this time beneath a beautiful photograph! thanks. :)