I Happened to be Standing
By Mary Oliver
Then a wren in the privat began to sing.
He was positively drenched in enthusiasm,
I don’t know why. And yet, why not.
Don’t you love that phrase: “positively drenched in enthusiasm”? It makes me heart patter in happiness and invites me to inquire, what positively drenches me in enthusiasm? Well, perhaps quite simply, the sight and sound of the wren singing with joy for possibly no reason at all, other than he is able and it feels delicious.
For a few weeks, I’m featuring posts from Mary Oliver’s A Thousand Mornings. If you missed last week’s post, you can read it here: Three Things to Remember.
* I took this photo at my friend’s cabin on Lake Koronis of a wren on the deck railing singing it’s morning song.