Where Leviathan Dream

I entered the blue

as one enters a chapel—

quietly,

with nothing to ask.

 

Your vast body

moved through the water

like a slow hymn.

I lifted my hand

only to learn

how small a prayer can be.

 

Your jaw met my palm—

scarred, gentle,

older than any word

I have ever spoken.

 

My red dress

a brief flame

in the long cathedral

of your breathing.

 

You passed,

and the light closed behind you,

leaving me

with empty hands

and a full heart,

certain that holiness lives

in what we do not keep.

 

~By Mary Oliver~

 

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