There are things you can’t reach. But
you can reach out to them, and all day long.
The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of God.
And it can keep you busy as anything else, and happier.
The snake slides away; the fish jumps, like a little lily,
out of the water and back in; the goldfinches sing
from the unreachable top of the tree.
I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.
Looking, I mean not just standing around, but standing around
as though with your arms open.
— Mary Oliver, from “Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does it End?” in Why I Wake Early