At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?

Mary Oliver

Read poems about / on: beautiful, rain, fire, night, time, water

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7/24/2008 5:38:54 AM. You Are Here: At Blackwater Pond by Mary Oliver