Mysteries, Yes

by Mary Oliver

Truly, we live with mysteries to marvelous

to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the

mouths of 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

What’s on your list of mysteries???