What Gorgeous Thing by Mary Oliver
I do not know what gorgeous thing
the bluebird keeps saying,
his voice easing out of his throat,
beak, body into the pink air
of the early morning. I like it
whatever it is. Sometimes
it seems the only thing in the world
that is without dark thoughts.
Sometimes it seems the only thing
in the world that is without
questions that can’t and probably
never will be answered, the
only thing that is entirely content
with the pink, then clear white
morning and, gratefully, says so.
I simply love Mary Oliver. She has a gentle grace filled with love of nature and life. I love when I find a poem of hers that I have never read. This one invites curiosity and a positive, light possibility in being.
* I took this photo in San Agustinillo, Mexico in the early morning sunrise light.