Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
I’ve looked, but I cannot find a poem
that Mary Oliver has written about
a rushing mountain stream, the
kind that takes on the tongues
of gods after storms have done
their cleansing and prepared the
land for what is next to come. How
could she not? How could her pen not
have stopped here, so many times
before, wondered, listened, and then
told the stories that the gods want
us to hear, want us to live?
I have written one for her.
© 2015/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Wonderment: New and Selected Poems"