who would’ve thought that a funny little white barn owl creature could steal my heart the way he has. who would’ve thought that the pain would lessen, although i still miss my angelo. every time i snowshoe up coyote hill and visit the prayer flag forest, mountain milo tags along, stopping often to clean his snowshoes or do a high-jump-and-stick.


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 riverbed, 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.

— mary oliver











3 thoughts on “

  1. lovely writing!
    wonderful poem
    oh that precious Angelo & now the beautiful, (outwardly) independent Milo.
    I feel the same about my mr.sulu who was most awesome, is still missed, but time has mostly repaired my broken heart. And letting go is quite the lesson! xx

  2. i totally agree. letting go is quite the lesson!
    mountain milo….he’s the best….he’s quite quirky in his habits, and we love him.


  3. and you have made all of us love Milo with your posts. Love your new space (not a blog) to express yourself….it suits you!

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