First Days in San Miguel de Allende (an excerpt)
by Mary Oliver
In the garden the jacaranda
is dropping
its blue festivities
everywhere,
the wren
is carrying sticks
into the hollow
behind the elbow
of the metal horse
that stands
in the bougainvillea
at the edge
of the singing pool.
I have come, for the first time, to Mexico.
And what has happened
to that intense ambition
with which I always awake?
Soaked up
in the colors, stolen
by the bloody Christs
of the churches,
by the children laughing
at my meager Spanish.
It is said
that when you rent a house here
the owners are not responsible
for church bells, barking dogs,
or firecrackers.
It is early in the morning.
Antonio is sweeping the blossoms away.
I am feeling something, incredibly,
like peace.
The wren is busy, my pencil idle.
The silks of the jacaranda, as though
it is the most important work in the world,
keep falling.
The tops of the northbound trains are dangerous.
Still, they are heaped with hopefuls.
I understand their necessity.
Understanding, however, is not sharing.
Oh let there be a wedding of the
mind and the heart, if not today
then soon.
Meanwhile, let me change my own life
into something better.
Meanwhile, on the streets of San Miguel de Allende
it is easy to smile.
"Hola," I say to the children.
"Hi," they say, as I pass
with my passport, and money, in my pocket.
xoxo,
Anna + Bennett
I love Mary Oliver and I love you guys!!! You look so happy on your adventure
just came here to say, the photo of you two is so cute!