MEADOWLARK

Eastern Meadowlark

Meadowlark Sings and I Greet Him in Return
By Mary Oliver

                                Meadowlark, when you sing it's as if

                                you lay your yellow breast upon mine and say

                                hello, hello, and are we not         

                                of one family, in our delight of life?

                                You sing, I listen.

                                Both are necessary

                                if the world is to continue going around

                                night-heavy then light-laden, though not

                                everyone knows this or at least

                                not yet,

                                or, perhaps, has forgotten it

                                in the torn fields,

                                in the terrible debris of progress.