Now the sun begins to swing down. Under the peach-light,
I cross the fields and the dunes, I follow the ocean’s edge.
I climb, I backtrack.
I float.
I ramble my way home.
~ Mary Oliver, “Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches” in West Wind: Poems & Prose
Notes: Poem via The Hammock Papers. Photo: Laurence Demaison. Related Posts: It’s been a long day
Live & Learn 
Ahhhhh
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we all long for the comfort of ‘home.’
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Yes. Especially that.
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Ahhh, Mary, you are almost home…
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Exactly….
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To be around in a time of history when we have Oliver. She’s a whisper from the core of our universe.
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Doesn’t she though!?!?
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Some days, that is the best way to make our way… 🙂
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Yes!
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I appreciate this entry of sweet peace… Unfortunately, I’m more back in the photo of the monkey playing the drum set. Oh, Mary Oliver….
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Oh, so me too Valerie. Have a great weekend.
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She really is one of the best. Who but her can say so much with so few words!?
And then that pic…. sublime!
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Yes. So agree.
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