August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water […] Each of us wears a shadow. But just now it is summer again and I am watching the lilies bow to each other, then slide on the wind and the tug of desire, close, close to one another. Soon now, I’ll turn and start for home. And who knows, maybe I’ll be singing.
Mary Oliver, from “The Pond,” Felicity: Poems (Penguin Press, 2015). (via mrsclarkkent)
















