Winter Prose

This is a poem about the world

I was thinking: so this is how you swim inward, so this is how you flow outward, so this is how you pray.

It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.

All things are meltable, and replaceable. Not at this moment, but soon enough, we are lambs and we are leaves, and we are stars, and the shining, mysterious pond water itself.

Mary Oliver, Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poems