A Mary Oliver poem in honor of the rose-breasted grosbeak that visited our birdfeeder:
How Would You Live Then?
What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaks
flew in circles around your head?
What if the mockingbird came into the house with you and
became your advisor?
What if the bees filled your walls with honey and all
you needed to do was ask them and
they would fill the bowl?
What if the brook slid downhill just
past your bedroom window so you could listen
to its slow prayers as you fell asleep?
What if the stars began to shout their names, or to run
this way and that way above the clouds?
What if you painted a picture of a tree, and the leaves
began to rustle, and a bird cheerful sang
from its painted branches?
What if you suddenly saw that the silver
of water was brighter than the silver of money?
What if you finally saw that the sunflowers,
turning toward the sun all day and every day
– who knows how, but they do it –
were more precious, more meaningful than gold?
~ Mary Oliver
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