Another Autumn Saturday, two more poets.
Very foggy all day yesterday, a good metaphor for how we live our lives sometimes.
Sometimes the mountain
is hidden from me in veils
of cloud, sometimes
I am hidden from the mountain
in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue,
when I forget or refuse to go
down to the shore or a few yards
up the road, on a clear day,
that witnessing presence.
Denise Levertov, Witness.
Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished.
Mary Oliver, Sometimes