Sunday, May 02, 2010

Your Sunday Poem

This from "Red Bird, Poems by Mary Oliver."  For other works by her, check the Amazon link to the right.  Support your favorite poet.  Buy one of their collections today.

Small Bodies

It is almost summer.  In the pond
the pickerel leap,
and the delicate teal have brought forth
their many charming young,
and the turtle is ravenous.
It is hard sometimes, oh Lord,
to be faithful.
I am more boldly made
than the little ducks, paddling and laughing.
But not so bold
as the turtle
with his greasy mouth.
I know you know everything --
I rely on this.
Still, there are so many small bodies in the world,
for which I am afraid.

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