Such richness flowing
through the branches of summer and into
the body, carried inward on the five
rivers! Disorder and astonishment
rattle your thoughts and your heart
cries for rest but don’t
succumb, there’s nothing
so sensible as sensual inundation. Joy
is a taste before
it’s anything else, and the body
can lounge for hours devouring
the important moments. Listen,
the only way
to tempt happiness into your mind is by taking it
into the body first, like small
wild plums.
From Mary Oliver‘s collection AMERICAN PRIMITIVE (Back Bay Books, 1983).
Painting: “Plums on the Tree,” watercolor by Lorena Uniac, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
wonderful writing!! did you also do the painting??
Did not to the painting. The artist is noted at the bottom of the post. Thanks for visiting…