new ways to celebrate

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I’M FEELING FABULOUS, POSSIBLY TOO MUCH SO.
BUT I LOVE IT

It’s spring and the Mockingbird is teaching himself
new ways to celebrate.
If you can imagine that–that gutsy talker.
And the sky is painting itself a brand-new
robust blue
plenty of which is spilling into the pond.
I don’t weigh very much, but right now
I weigh nothing.
And my mind is, I guess you would say, compounded.
One voice is saying, Ah, it’s Mockingbird.
Another voice is saying, The pond never looked
this blue before.
Another voice says, There couldn’t be a more
splendid world, and here I am
existing in it.
I think, just for the joy of it, I’ll fly.
I believe I could.

And yet another voice says, Can we come down
from the clouds now?
And some other voice answers, Okay.
But only for a while.

~ By Mary Oliver

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