Mary Oliver
almost died
at the mouth of a
beautiful
Floridian
alligator.
I know what she means.
It is the moment after
that really matters.
The moment when
the world heaves
an enormous sigh of relief
the sky opens up
and music plays
and water tastes like god.
It is the moment when you join
the select,
lucky
group of fools
who know the truth
about life
that it is all that really matters
that you and they
are all you have
and this second.
Those in the dark
have it wrong,
it is not the little things
we should stop sweating,
it is the smallest things:
an inky pen that knows how to dance
falling asleep on the pillow of a person
milky coffee in the morning
when you need it most,
these carry the weight.
And the alligators,
and heart attacks,
malignancies
plane crashes
fires in the apartment upstairs,
these are the comrades
who give us life.
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