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Sleeping
in the Forest
I
thought the earth remembered me,
she
took me back so tenderly,
arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full
of lichens and seeds.
I
slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but
my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among
the branches of the perfect trees.
All
night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing
around me, the insects,
and
the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All
night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I
had vanished at least a dozen times
into
something better.
from
Sleeping In The Forest by Mary Oliver
©
Mary Oliver
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