Mysteries, Yes
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing
in the mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in alliegance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and bonds will
never be broken.
How people come, from the delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company, always, with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
Mary Oliver
from her book Evidence
