I can do craziness, I can do smooth

The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth,

it can lie down like silk breathing

or toss havoc shoreward; it can give

gifts of withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth

like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can

sweet-talk entirely.  As I can too,

and so, no doubt, can you, and you.

                                                                Mary Oliver

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my little place

snuggled down

in a draw, in a woods

curled like a child in covers

loath to get up

and put reluctant feet

on the cold floor

yet even in the safety of this place

the rowdy elements

create

a little chaos

sometimes wind

swaying the trees like

dancers moving to music unheard

rain and snow

heat and drought all come

and go

yet no moment

is the moment

that defines this place

it is all moments

and so is

magical

we are not defined by any moment

but by moments

good, bad, ugly

by all moments

all moments

as seen by the eyes of the Sacred

who looks through the windows of our souls

at the storm and snow

the wind and rain

the sun and flowers gently swaying

and smiles