It’s been a while since I shared a poem, but here I am. Remember when I complained about my current Mary Oliver collection? I said that I’d already read many of the collections these poems were pulled from and that I was trying to remind myself that rereading poetry is encouraged. Well – lesson learned. I came across this poem again — and again, it was heart stopping. I proceeded to reread it multiple times and simply must share it with you. Again. (!)
Softest of Mornings
Softest of mornings, hello.
And what will you do today, I wonder,
to my heart?
And how much honey can the heart stand, I wonder,
before it must break?
This is trivial, or nothing: a snail
climbing a trellis of leaves
and the blue trumpets of its flowers.
No doubt clocks are ticking loudly
all over the world.
I don’t hear them. The snail’s pale horns
extend and wave this way and that
as her finger-body shuffles forward, leaving behind
the silvery path of her slime.
Oh, softest of mornings, how shall I break this?
How shall I move away from the snail, and the flowers?
How shall I go on, with my introspective and ambitious life?
Long Life, Mary Oliver
Snails, in general, have been a great interest for me after reading The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating. Mary’s careful observation of the snail climbing the flowers makes me smile and takes me back to that book.
I feel a tremendous connection with Oliver’s devotion to the early morning hours. Long Life is full of the benefits of rising early to ensure the time to connect to the world around her. And of course, she has an entire collection called Why I Wake Early. Learning to wake early has, without a doubt, changed my life and I find great satisfaction when reading about others who do the same!
I know – Tuesday was a weird day to hear from me this week. But this opportunity arose and now I’m back in my burrow, surrounded by books, fabric, cats, and my computer. I hope to see you again on Friday!