I see or hear
that more or less
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
It was what I was born for —
to look, to listen,
to lose myself
inside this soft world —
~Mary Oliver from “Mindful”
Some days I’m the needle
and other days I’m the pin cushion
Today I may be both,
probing into people’s lives and feelings,
moving beyond their sharp edges
to find the source of their pain.
They don’t realize I wince too,
remembering how it feels.
I choose the softness of the light
that floats close to the ground,
that reaches out with cloudy grasp.
This is what I was born for:
delighted to be lost
and then found.