Mindful

by Mary Oliver (from New and Selected Poems, Vol. Two)

Every day
I see or I hear
something
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It is what I was born for -
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world -
to instruct myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant -
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these -
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?

I’m declaring this a Poetry and Reading weekend. (Well, in the space between soccer and swimming and church and the other regular stuff.)

What’s the best poem you’ve read lately? Leave a link in the comments, if you can.