Luna by Mary Oliver

 
 
In the early curtains
  of the dusk
    it flew,
      a slow galloping

This way and that way
  through the trees
    and under the trees.
      I live

in the open mindedness
  of not knowing enough
    about anything
      It was beautiful.

It was silent.
  It didn't even have a mouth.
    But it wanted something,
      it had a purpose

and a few precious hours
  to find it,
    and I suppose it did.
      The next evening

it lay on the ground 
  like a broken leaf
    and didn't move,
      which hurt my heart

which is another small thing
  that doesn't know much.
    When this happened it was about
      the middle of summer,

which also has its purposes
  and only so many precious hours.
    How quietly,
      and not with any assignment from us,

or even a small hint
  of understanding,
    everything that needs to be done
      is done.

(Mary Oliver)

From the book “Why I Wake Early” by Mary Oliver

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