Mornings at Blackwater

Several of you have asked about the poetry Bev has read at our meetings, so in addition to the books discussed, we wanted you to know that along the way we’ll be updating our Resources page with poetry references, too.

Here is one poem Bev recently shared. Enjoy!

Mornings at Blackwater
~ Mary Oliver

For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.

And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.

What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.

So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.
And live
your life.