My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird- equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast, there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect?
Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
-Excerpt from The Messenger by Mary Oliver
I love this poem because last month, with three sunset murals in the queue, I found myself an avid student of the sky each evening...