The Return--Part 1.
- Mary Oliver

When I went back to the sea
it wasn't waiting.
Neither had it gone away.
All its musics were safe and sound: the circling gulls
were still a commonplace, the fluted shells
rolled on the shore
more beautiful than money-
oh, yes, more beautiful than money!
the thick necked seals
stood in the salted waves with their soft, untroubled faces
gazing shoreward-
oh, bed of silk,
lie back now on your blackness your fields of sunlight
that i may look at you.
i am happy to be home.

Poems, and short ones at that, are all i have time for these days.


Goodbye, 2009....

We bless this year for all we learned,
For all we loved and lost
And for the quiet way it brought us
Nearer to our invisible destination.

~ John O'Donohue