by Mary Oliver
in the fields
I lay down in the darkness
to think about death,
but instead I fell asleep,
as if in a vast and sloping room
filled with those white flowers
that open all summer,
sticky and untidy,
in the warm fields.
When I woke
the morning light was just slipping
in front of the stars,
and I was covered
I don’t know
how it happened—
I don’t know
if my body went diving down
under the sugary vines
in some sleep-sharpened affinity
with the depths, or whether
that green energy
rose like a wave
and curled over me, claiming me
in its husky arms.
I pushed them away, but I didn’t rise.
Never in my life had I felt so plush,
or so slippery,
or so resplendently empty.
Never in my life
had I felt myself so near
that porous line
where my own body was done with
and the roots and the stems and the flowers
“White Flowers” was a delightful read! For more Mary Oliver, click link for her bio and for my recitation of Oliver’s poem: “Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me.” Thank you for visiting and listening. Be well. 💗 Michele
The launch party for, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women is happening now!
Today (6/18) at 3pm BST/10am ET. Join the live stream and listen to several poets read their work live! Link below will take you to Editor Ingrid’s YouTube channel. Clicking on cover will take you to book.
I am excited for everyone involved and to have two of my poems included in this newly released, number #1 best-selling anthology.
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