‘this cup we call a life…’
I began to talk.
I talked about summer, and about time.
The pleasures of eating…
About this cup we call a life.
About happiness.
And how good it feels,
the heat of the sun between the shoulder blades.
– Mary Oliver, from “Toad” in New And Selected Poems, Volume Two
Notes: Photo – Elena Stepanova (via Seemoreandmore). Poem – via Everything Matters
Carrie's Bench 