Counting
my blessings after a restless night.
Marinating fish with bay leaves, finishing a quinoa salad with
Mediterranean flavors for our lunch outdoors in Orinda before an afternoon of Shakespeare. Loving the picture of exotic coffee
(mine just in my Quebec mug with its chipped lip) and the way Mary Oliver
expresses gratitude.
Morning
Salt
shining behind its glass cylinder.
Milk
in a blue bowl. The yellow linoleum.
The
cat stretching her black body from the pillow.
The
way she makes her curvaceous response to the small, kind gesture.
Then
laps the bowl clean.
Then
wants to go out into the world
where
she leaps lightly and for no apparent reason across the lawn,
then
sits, perfectly still, in the grass.
I
watch her a little while, thinking:
what
more could I do with wild words?
I
stand in the cold kitchen, bowing down to her.
I
stand in the cold kitchen, everything wonderful around me.
—Mary
Oliver
image: Yehuda Edri Collection
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