Why I Wake Early

It was what I was born for –
to look, to listen,
to lose myself….
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,
the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant –
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these –
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass? – Mary Olivier

Misty Tree in a Sandwich of Green and Blue - Camperdown Park Dundee