ON TRAVELLING TO BEAUTIFUL PLACES - MARY OLIVER -

Every day I’m still looking for God

and I’m still finding him everywhere,

in the dust, in the flowerbeds.

Certainly in the oceans, 

in the islands that lay in the distance 

Continents of ice, countries of sand

Each with its own set of creatures

and God, by whatever name.

How perfect to be aboard a ship with 

maybe a hundred years still in my pocket.

But it’s late, for all of us,

and in truth the only ship there is

is the ship we are all on 

burning the world as we go.