Entering The Kingdom – Mary Oliver

The crows see me.

They stretch their glossy necks

In the tallest branches

Of green trees. I am

Possibly dangerous, I am

Entering the kingdom.

The dream of my life

Is to lie down by a slow river

And stare at the light in the trees –

To learn something by being nothing

A little while but the rich

Lens of attention.

But the crows puff their feathers and cry

Between me and the sun,

And I should go now.

They know me for what I am.

No dreamer,

No eater of leaves.

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