Seawall Walkers II

Ross Belot

What is so utterly invisible
as tomorrow?
Not love,
not the wind,

not the inside of a stone.
Not anything.
And yet, how often I'm fooled-
I'm wading along

in the sunlight-
and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining
days ahead-
I can see the light spilling

like a shower of meteors
into next week's trees,

from Walking to Oak-Head Pond, and Thinking of the Ponds I Will Visit in the Next Days and Weeks by mary oliver

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