Shared Stories: An Otter Poem


 A poem shared with Pastor Dee from Carolyn Alexander:

—–Original Message—–
From: Carolyn Alexander
Sent: Tue, Jul 5, 2011 7:12 am
Subject: Almost a Conversation — Mary Oliver

Almost a Conversation
I have not really, not yet, talked with otter
about his life.
He has so many teeth, he has trouble
with vowels.
Wherefore our understanding
is all body expression —
he swims like the sleekest fish,
he dives and exhales and lifts a trail of bubbles.
Little by little he trusts my eyes
and my curious body sitting on the shore.
Sometimes he comes close.
I admire his whiskers
and his dark fur which I would rather die than wear.
He has no words, still what he tells about his life
is clear.
He does not own a computer.
He imagines the river will last forever.
He does not envy the dry house I live in.
He does not wonder who or what it is that I worship.
He wonders, morning after morning, that the river
is so cold and fresh and alive, and still
I don’t jump in.
~ Mary Oliver ~