Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend,
for they are all smilers and talkers and, therefore, unsuitable.
I don't really want to be witnessed talking to the carbirds or hugging
the old black tree.
I have my way of praying, as you know doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.
I can sit on the top of the dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned.
I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone in the woods with me,
I must love you very much.
Mary Oliver
