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Poem for Tuesday and Skogafoss Waterfall


The Waterfall
By Mary Oliver

For all they said,
   I could not see the waterfall
      until I came and saw the water falling,
         its lace legs and its womanly arms sheeting down,

while something howled like thunder,
   over the rocks,
      all day and all night –
         unspooling

like ribbons made of snow,
   or god’s white hair.
      At any distance
         it fell without a break or seam, and slowly, a simple

preponderance –
   a fall of flowers – and truly it seemed
      surprised by the unexpected kindness of the air and
         light-hearted to be

flying at last.
   Gravity is a fact everybody
      knows about.
         It is always underfoot,

like a summons,
   gravel-backed and mossy,
      in every beetled basin –
         and imagination –

that striver,
   that third eye –
      can do a lot but
         hardly everything. The white, scrolled

wings of the tumbling water
   I never could have
      imagined. And maybe there will be,
         after all,

some slack and perfectly balanced
   blind and rough peace, finally,
      in the deep and green and utterly motionless pools after all that
         falling?

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I did not get nearly as much done on Monday as I hoped, but I did finish all the trip laundries and nearly all the unpacking -- I have to figure out where to keep my new carry-ons and return a couple of things younger son left that he didn't have time to deal with between graduation and traveling. I haven't made a dent in email or social media comments, sorry!

We had couscous and lebneh with vegan chick'n for dinner, then we caught up on Fosse/Verdon. I didn't realize we had missed the series finale until they were in D.C. for the Sweet Charity revival and I knew it must be about to end -- what a phenomenal show. It would be hard to pick a favorite waterfall in Iceland, but here is Skogafoss, which may be mine:

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