Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Great Swamp

Rainy Day Colors
Photo by Debbie S.

—Mary Oliver

Out of the sump rise the marigolds.

From the rim of the marsh, muslin with mosquitoes,

rises the egret, in his cloud-cloth.

Through the soft rain, like mist and mica,
the withered acres of moss begin again.

When I have to die, I would like to die

on a day of rain—

long rain, slow rain, the kind you think will never end.

And I would like to have whatever little ceremony there might be

take place while the rain is shoveled and shoveled out of the sky,

and anyone who comes must travel, slowly and with thought,

as around the edges of the great swamp.