Such Silence
Blue Horses: Poems by Mary Oliver
As deep as I ever went into the forest
I came upon an old stone bench, very, very old,
and around it a clearing, and beyond that
trees taller and older than I had ever seen.
Such silence!
It really wasn't so far from a town, but it seemed
all the clocks in the world had stopped counting.
So it was hard to suppose the usual rules applied.
Sometimes there's only a hint, a possibility.
What's magical, sometimes, has deeper roots
than reason.
I hope everyone knows that.
I sat on the bench, waiting for something.
An angel, perhaps.
Or dancers with the legs of goats.
No, I didn't see either. But only, I think, because
I didn't stay long enough.
Silence. Yesterday, I spent most of the day in silence. This is unusual for me. The new owners of the upstairs unit have been gutting the inside which has permeated my living space with too much noise, but yesterday there was quiet. While I would normally have music or the television as background noise, neither punctuated the stillness. It seemed important to have this quiet for healing and tranquility. I'm most certainly feeling better. Maybe it's the soup. Maybe it's the jelly beans. Maybe it's the water. Maybe it's the Tamiflu. Maybe it's the rest. Maybe it's the silence. Perhaps it's all of the above.
Today I give thanks for...
1) Time to finish school work and do grades... working from home...
2) I think I was remiss adding the doctor, the nurse, and the pharmacist to my list last Friday. I was thinking about them this morning. All have to deal with germs and sick people on a regular basis. They were all kind and caring on Friday when I visited them.
3) Talking to my friend S yesterday!
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