And slowly, very slowly, it became clear to me
what they were saying,
Said the river: I am part of holiness.
And I too, said the stone. And I too, whispered
the moss beneath the the water.
I’d been to the river before, a few times.
Don’t blame the river that nothing happened quickly.
You don’t hear such voices in an hour or a day.
You don’t hear them at all if selfhood has stuffed your ears.
And it’s difficult to hear anything anyway, through
all the traffic, and ambitions.
–Mary Oliver, from “At the River Clarion”