Today
Today I’m flying low and I’m not saying a word.
I’m letting all of the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
The bees in the garden rumbling a little,
The fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten, and so forth.
But I’m taking the day off. Quiet as a feather,
I hardly move though really I’m traveling a terrific distance.
Stillness, one of the doors into the temple.
Mary Oliver