I am thinking, or trying to think, about all the imponderables for which we have
no answers, yet endless interest all the range of our lives,
and it’s good for the head no doubt
to undertake such meditation;
Mystery, after all, is God’s other name, and deserves our considerations surely.
But, but – excuse me now, please;
it’s morning, heavenly bright,
and my irrepressible heart begs me to hurry on into the next exquisite moment.
Mary Oliver, Trying to Be Thoughtful in the First Brights of Dawn