Such Silence: Poem

As deep as I ever went into the forest
I came upon an old stone bench, very, very old,
and around it a clearing, and beyond that
trees taller and older than I had ever seen.


Such silence!
It really wasn't so far from a town, but it seemed
all the clocks in the world had stopped counting.
So it was hard to suppose the usual rules applied.

Sometimes there's only a hint, a possibility.
What's magical, sometimes, has deeper roots
          than reason.
I hope everybody knows that.

I sat on the bench, waiting for something.
And angel, perhaps.
Or dancers with the legs of goats.

No, I didn't see either.  But only, I think, because
          I didn't stay long enough.


By Mary Oliver, from 'Blue Horses'