I’m Feeling Fabulous, Possibly Too Much So. But I Love It.
It’s spring and Mockingbird is teaching himself
new ways to celebrate.
If you can imagine that — that gutsy talker.
And the sky is painting itself a brand-new
plenty of which is spilling onto the pond.
I don’t weigh very much, but right now
I weigh nothing.
And my mind is, I guess you would say, compounded.
Our voice is saying, Ah, it’s Mockingbird.
Another voice is saying, the pond never looked
this blue before.
Another voice says, there couldn’t be a more
splendid world, and here I am
existing in it.
I think, just for the joy of it, I’ll fly.
I believe I could.
And yet another voice says, Can we come down
from the clouds now?
And some other voice answers, Okay.
But only for a while.
Mary Oliver has received the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award for her poetry.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.