Poem: Mary Oliver from "Trying to Be Thoughtful in the First Brights of Dawn" in SWAN

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...
Mystery, after all, is God’s other name...

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.