A friend got me pebbles from the Aberystwyth beach. Each is a landscape that fits in my palm. Made a miniature rock garden. Off for a run.

Mary Oliver

It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.