After Mary Oliver
I.
What
if you were
a star,
a collapsing cloud
of ionized gas and metal dust
held together
by gravity and chance,
and there you were
so many tons
spinning
maybe even
gravitationally bound to another
and billions of miles
away from your nearest sister?
And just as you began to fail,
to flicker
into the dark,
then heard
a thousand year old wish
whispered
by the lips of a stranger,
and what if you could
for that moment,
burn
a bit brighter
for the heart
long stopped
that was counting on you–
what would you feel then
of space
as, in endless night,
you floated there–
oh happy prisoner–
shining, glowing,
fusing
one heart to another?
II.
And what
if you were
a man,
and an odd star
and a heart full of curiosity and awe
had summoned you
out of the East,
and there you were
an astrologer
searching
maybe even
a little lost
and hundreds of miles
from home?
And what if you had tribute,
gifts for a king
days old but powerful
enough to strike
fear into Herod, himself
a puppet crown
of a eminent Empire,
and what if you had
a sort of dream,
a forboding
warning to return
another way
as unknown as the first,
begun months ago–
what would you think then
of fate
as, night after night,
you check the sky–
oh happy traveler–
seeking, following,
drawn
one wisdom to another?
III.
And what
if you were
a mother,
and a small child
lay in your arms sleeping,
suddenly real,
pushed from your body,
and there you were,
counting the fingers
grateful,
maybe even
still afraid something could go wrong
and the night sky
like a womb around you?
And what if you began to cry,
tears swelling,
in your eyelid’s cradle,
water breaking
onto the up-turned
face
of this strange gift,
and what if you had
a sort of blanket,
a cloth
to pull close
to his trembling
body,
helpless yet whole–
what would you see then
of love
as, hour after hour,
you lay there–
oh happy prisoner–
gazing, treasuring,
beholden
one being to another?
I love this poem and loved seeing Miriam and Erica move to it on Sunday. A beautiful read. Thank you!