Walking to Oak-Head Pond

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A poem that sets my heart ablaze.

And carefully read, one full of

nondual reflections.

 

Bill

 

 

Walking to Oak-Head Pond, and Thinking of

the Ponds I Will Visit in the Next Days and Weeks

 

 

What is so utterly invisible

as tomorrow?

Not love,

not the wind,

 

not the inside of a stone.

Not anything.

And yet, how often I'm fooled-

I'm wading along

 

in the sunlight-

and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining

days ahead-

I can see the light spilling

 

like a shower of meteors

into next week's trees,

and I plan to be there soon-

and, so far, I am

 

just that lucky,

my legs splashing

over the edge of darkness,

my heart on fire.

 

I don't know where

such certainty comes from-

the brave flesh

or the theater of the mind-

 

but if I had to guess

I would say that only

what the soul is supposed to be

could send us forth

 

with such cheer

as even the leaf must wear

as it unfurls

its fragrant body, and shines

 

against the hard possibility of stoppage-

which, day after day,

before such brisk, corpuscular belief,

shudders, and gives way.

 

 

 

~ Mary Oliver ~