Mysteries, Yes

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. 

                           How grass can be nourishing in the
                                 mouth of the lambs.
                           How rivers and stones are forever 

                                 in allegiance with gravity
                                      while we ourselves dream of rising.
                           How two hands touch and the bonds will 

                                 never be broken.

                           How people come, from delight or the 

                                 scars of damage,
                           to the comfort of a poem. 

                           Let me keep my distance, always, from those

                                who think they have the answers. 

                           Let me keep company always with those who say,

                                “Look!" and laugh in astonishment, 

                           and bow their heads.

                                  — Mary Oliver