Poem Snack 2

Work by Mary Oliver

How beautiful
this morning
was Pasture Pond.

It had lain in the dark, all night,
catching rain

on its broad back.
All day I work
with linen of words

and pins of punctuation
all day I hang out
over a desk

grinding my teeth
staring.
Then I sleep

Then I come out of the house,
even before the sun is up,

and walk back through the pinewoods
to Pasture Pond.