Mindful by Mary Oliver (from Why I Wake Early)

Every day

   I see or I hear

      something

         that more or less

kills me

   with delight,

      that leaves me

         like a needle

in the haystack

   of light.

      It is what I was born for -

         to look, to listen,

to lose myself

   inside this soft world -

      to instruct myself

         over and over

in joy,

   and acclamation.

      Nor am I talking

         about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,

   the very extravagant - 

      but of the ordinary.

         the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.

   Oh, good scholar,

      I say to myself,

         how can you help

but grow wise

   with such teachings

      as these - 

         the untrimmable light

of the world

   the ocean's shine,

      the prayers that are made

         out of grass?