Today
Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
-Mary Oliver
Reflections 
A good choice to read in the wilderness. Freedom at best.
That’s really nice. 🙂
Very good poem
Thank you, GAM.
Love this Perpetua. Thank you.
Thank you, David.