This is most probably going to be the final poem on PFO. I wish I could find something new from Mary Oliver but, alas, nothing came to mind. Here instead is Elizabeth Alexander’s wonderful ARS POETICA #100: I BELIEVE:
Poetry is what you find
in the dirt in the corner,
overhear on the bus, God
in the details, the only way
to get from here to there.
Poetry (and now my voice is rising)
is not all love, love, love,
and I’m sorry the dog died.
Poetry (here I hear myself loudest)
is the human voice,
and are we not of interest to each other?
You can read the entire poem here.