The poem
She steps into the dark swamp where the long wait ends.
The secret slippery package drops to the weeds.
She leans her long neck and tongues it between breaths slack with exhaustion
and after a while it rises and becomes a creature like her, but much smaller.
So now there are two. And they walk together like a dream under the trees.
In early June, at the edge of a field thick with pink and yellow flowers
I meet them. I can only stare.
She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Her child leaps among the flowers, the blue of the sky falls over me
like silk, the flowers burn, and I want to live my life all over again, to begin again,
to be utterly wild.
Explore nature's brightly colored flora, fauna, ponds, and hiding places. You will snatch a dash- a sudden brilliant flash of light- as your heart races!- Let your imagination dictate grand images formed within your mind. Quickly snatch the heavenly splashes that fall to earth! Heaven, please be kind!-
I read it twice then saw the fawn. Oh, the joy that Mary finds in Nature;how it makes life wonderful. In all her poems, this comes through. To be so aware, and to tingle with the realization of its preciousness and our oneness with it.
I won't lie, this is one of her better poems because it DOES NOT lull me to sleep.