I gave,
to a friend that I care for deeply,
something that I loved.
It was only a small
extremely shapely bone
that came from the ear
of a whale.
It hurt a little
to give it away.
The next morning
I went out, as usual,
at sunrise,
and there, in the harbor,
was a swan.
I don’t know
what he or she was doing there,
but the beauty of it
was a gift.
Do you see what I mean?
You give, and you are given.
Mary Oliver, Evidence, (Beacon Press, 2009)
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