Just This Today

Yesterday morning a good friend from work lost her years’ long battle with leukemia.

All day, I couldn’t stop thinking of this poem. I share it now, remembering Martha with love on this, the first morning that doesn’t have her here with us, in this world.

In Blackwater Woods

Mary Oliver

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars

of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,

the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders

of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is

nameless now.
Every year
I have ever learned

in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side

is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

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3 Responses to Just This Today

  1. nyeanh says:

    So, so sorry.


  2. Katie says:

    I’m so sorry — this is so shocking. What a journey for Martha and all of those who loved her.

    Thanks for sharing this poem. I haven’t read enough of it and love the doses you share.

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