something new every day

oh the places you can go. and the things to do. what you can learn. and enjoy. and, goodness gracious, fun stuff to subscribe to. like receive a poem a day from the Library of Congress. here is yesterday's offering called 'The Summer Day', by Mary Oliver. just reading the words made me feel warmer.

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

'to be a poet is a condition, not a profession.'