Seasoned observation

Last evening I was thinking about ‘beneath the surface’. Tonight I’ve rested beside the road awhile with a volume of (that great seer-beneath-the-surface-of-things) Mary Oliver’s poems. There’s enough material for a month’s contemplation in her

Song of the Builders

On a summer morning
I sat down
on a hillside
to think about God –

a worthy pastime.
Near me, I saw
a single cricket;
it was moving the grains of the hillside

this way and that way.
How great was its energy,
how humble its effort.
Let us hope

it will always be like this,
each of us going on
in our inexplicable ways
building the universe.

Mary Oliver
New and Selected Poems, Vol 2, page 92