Tuesdays are for Poetry.


Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

– Mary Oliver (from A Thousand Mornings)

11 thoughts on “Tuesdays are for Poetry.

  1. Everything is a sheet of ice here so there is a lot of forced stillness. Waking up to a world unable to go on until some melting happens was quite lovely.

  2. That was my go-to poem last year. I kept it in my "balance journal" and my bullet journal — and it's tacked up on the bulletin board in my studio. One of my favorites, for sure!

  3. Mary Oliver just always comes up with the best, right-on-time words, thoughts, feelings. I like Tuesdays are for poetry…Cheers~

  4. Beautiful. I've been feeling that this week too. Each morning I tell Boone…this would be a good day to stay home together. But out the door I go. 🙂

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