Mary Oliver is one of my favourite poets and I try not to miss too many opportunities to share her work. She has such a way of revealing the extra-ordinary in ordinary events. Those events have deeper meaning that sometimes escapes our view when we do not ask questions that allow us to dig deeper.
“After rain after many days without rain,
it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees,
and the dampness there, married now to gravity,
falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground
where it will disappear — but not, of course, vanish
except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share,
and the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss;
a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole’s tunnel;
and soon so many small stones, buried for a thousand years,
will feel themselves being touched.”
~ Mary Oliver
Teacher as Transformer 