Poem: Mary Oliver, Work, Leaf in the Clouds

I will sing for the veil that never lifts.

I will sing for the veil that begins, once in a lifetime,
maybe, to lift.
I will sing for the rent in the veil.
I will sing for what is in front of the veil, the
floating light.
I will sing for what is behind the veil –
light, light and more light.
This is the world, and this is the work of the world.