Another poem by the wonderful Mary Oliver:

If I were

"There are lots of ways to dance and
to spin, sometimes it just starts my
feet first then my entire body, I am
spinning no one can see it but it is
happening. I am so glad to be alive,
I am so glad to be loving and loved.
Even if I were close to the finish,
even if I were at my final breath, I
would be here to take a stand, bereft
of such astonishments, but for them.

If I were a Sufi for sure I would be
one of the spinning kind."

The statue marks a grave in Beechwood Cemetery and I find the above poem particularly poignant because of this.

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