November 14, 2019

All night





All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell,
as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.


Mary Oliver, Sleeping in the Forest (from Twelve Moons).

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