In your handsThe dog, the donkey, surely they know	They are alive.Who would argue otherwise?But now, after years of consideration,	I am getting beyond that.What about the sunflowers? What about	The tulips, and the pines?Listen, all you have to do is start and	There’ll be no stopping.What about mountains? What about water	Slipping over rocks?And speaking of stones, what about	The little ones you can Hold in your hands, their heartbeats	So secret, so hidden it may take yearsBefore, finally, you hear them?
Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
geology, mystery, nature, poetry, praying