Arms wide open ....

I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.

Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around as though with your arms open.

And thinking: maybe something will come, some shining coil of wind, or a few leaves from any old tree– they are all in this too.

And now I will tell you the truth. Everything in the world comes.

At least, closer.

And, cordially.

Like the nibbling, tinsel-eyed fish; the unlooping snake. Like goldfinches, little dolls of gold fluttering around the corner of the sky

of God, the blue air.

...... ~ Mary Oliver's " WHERE DOES THE TEMPLE BEGIN, WHERE DOES IT END"