Bow.

Chatham, Montana Evening, n/d

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 allegiance with gravity

        while we ourselves dream of rising.

How two hands touch and the bonds will

    never be broken.

How people come, from 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