Day 12 Vermont - The Natural World

Is the soul solid, like iron?
Or is it tender and breakable, like
the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl?
Who has it, and who doesn't?
I keep looking around me.
The face of the moose is sad
as the face of Jesus.
The swan opes her white wings slowly.
In the fall, the black bear carries leaves into the darkness.
One question leads to another.
Does it have one lung, like the snake and the scallop?
Why should I have it, and not the anteater
who loves her children?
Why should I have it, and not the camel?
Come to think of it, what about the maple trees?
What about the blue iris?
What about all the little stones, sitting alone in the moonlight?
What about roses, and lemons, and their shining leaves?
What about the grass?

Mary Oliver, "Some Questions You Might Ask"
P. 53 "The Lost Language of Plants" by Stephen Harrod Buhner.

Thanks again to one of my book sharing pals, Ileana, for sharing this thought-provoking book subtitled "The Ecological Importance of Plant Medicines to Life on Earth."  As it turns out, Mary Oliver is my favorite poet.  I will share more with you as time goes by.  The book is awesome and scary!