like the hungry bear in autumn
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut…
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular…
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth
When it’s over, I want to say:
all my life
‘I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.’
— Mary Oliver