A convergence of two owl poems: one, wordless, at Vine…one by Mary Oliver, when we opened Blue Horses:

Owl Poem

One has to say this for the rounds of life

that keep coming and going; it has worked so far.

The rabbit, after all, has never asked if the grass

wanted to live.

Any more than the owl consults with the rabbit.

 

Acceptance of the world requires

that I bow even to you,

Master of the night

 

 

—with thanks to Maria Robledo

2 replies on “Owl Poem, via Mary Oliver + Vine

  1. Sally, this amazing poem led me to a delightful discovery. I am currently in Morocco with Peggy Markel on one of her culinary adventures. Every day she nudges us ever closer to open hearts, open eyes and open minds by reading us at least one poem. The other night she read us something by Mary Oliver. When I opened your “Daily Dose” email and saw another one of her poems, it seemed a kind of serendipity so I showed it to Peggy. She told me that you two are great friends, and we talked at length about your inspiring work. I hope you felt our admiring vibrations all the way from Morocco.

  2. Louisa, Although I was completely delighted to find your comment, somehow it seems my reply didn’t get out of my head. THANK YOU so much for your words. Yes indeed, once you get into an Improvised Life head, serendipity, kismit, simultaneity occurs frequently. Actually, I’ve come to believe it is the way things work. Perhaps it IS because we — and ideas — are somehow connected. I certainly feel that with Peggy, wherever her Culinary Adventures happen to take her…and you.

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