**Oh how I love the poetry of Mary Oliver. I savor her writings in the morning as I sit out on the deck enjoying my first cup of coffee and I quiet my mind with her words at night just before I go to sleep. I had to post this one after reading from her collection, “Red Bird” last night. Enjoy.
Mornings at Blackwater
by Mary Oliver (from “Red Bird: Poems”)
For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.
And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.
What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.