We opened Blue Horses to this poem and envisioned stones, trees, clouds as we pondered Mary Oliver’s questions, and took in her transforming view of the ordinary things around us.
Do Stones Feel?
Do stones feel?
Do they love their life?
Or does their patience drown out everything else?When I walk on the beach I gather a few
white ones, dark ones, the multiple colors.
Don’t worry, I say, I’ll bring you back, and I do.
Is the tree as it rises delighted with its many
branches,
each one like a poem?
Are the clouds glad to unburden their bundles of rain?
Most of the world says no, no, it’s not possible.
I refuse to think to such a conclusion.
Too terrible it would be, to be wrong.
is it a stone, or a diamond
or simply what you make of it
surely all contains a lot of energy
like the intricate branches of this tree
each like a statement
also reminds me of the work of Andy Goldworthy
just to look at his artful creations lights up a rainy day
Is it a stone, or a diamond? Wonderful! Thank you Sahana.