
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 wasnโt 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 thereโs only a hint, a possibility.
Whatโs 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 didnโt see either. But only, I think, because
I didnโt stay long enough.
โ Mary Oliver,ย โSuch Silence,โ fromย Blue Horses
Sources: Poem โ Thank you Whiskey River. Photo โ Delta Breezes
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