Luke by Mary Oliver

Most of us dog lovers realize that our fur child exists in a state of joy, a moment by moment happiness,  we wish we could emulate.  This is a great poem by Mary Oliver, Pulitzer Prize winner and National Book Award Winner I wanted to share.

LUKE

by Mary Oliver

I had a dog
  who loved flowers.
    Briskly she went
        through the fields,
yet paused
  for the honeysuckle
    or the rose,
        her dark head
and her wet nose
  touching
    the face
         of every one
with its petals
  of silk,
    with its fragrance
         rising
into the air
  where the bees,
    their bodies
        heavy with pollen,
hovered—
  and easily
     she adored
        every blossom,
not in the serious,
  careful way
    that we choose
        this blossom or that blossom—
the way we praise or don’t praise—
  the way we love
     or don’t love—
        but the way
we long to be—
  that happy
    in the heaven of earth—
        that wild, that loving.