Morning

[osprey_archer]

I have continued reading my book of cat poems, and I thought I would share this one with you.

Morning
By Mary Oliver

Salt shining behind its glass cylinder.
Milk in a blue bowl. The yellow linoleum.
The cat stretching her black body from the pillow.
The way she makes her curvaceous response to the small, kind gesture.
Then laps the bowl clean.
Then wants to go out into the world
where she leaps lightly and for no apparent reason across the lawn,
then sits, perfectly still, in the grass.
I watch her a little while, thinking:
what more could I do with wild words?
I stand in the cold kitchen, bowing down to her.
I stand in the cold kitchen, everything wonderful around me.

Comments

[oracne]

That is lovely.

[osprey_archer]

I was so pleased to share it.

[brigdh]

So lovely. I'm a huge fan of Mary Oliver, but I don't think I've read this one before.

[osprey_archer]

She has so many poems. I have a Facebook friend who likes to post her poems there, and it's like the most valuable thing I see on Facebook these days.

[asakiyume]

And now that you've put me in the mood for poetry, I've come back to this entry. I'm loving the colors in it, and what she describes about her black cat, I've definitely seen in my black cat. And everything wonderful around me is a very Mary Oliver sentiment, and one I endorse :-)

[osprey_archer]

Mary Oliver's poems are very good for capturing the sacred in - not exactly the profane, but in the mundane, I think. You read them and you feel how beautiful the world can be, how magical even in small things.

[asakiyume]

Yes ♥