And The Tiger Lilies

        Boundaries

There is a place where the town ends,
          And the fields begin.
     It's not marked but the feet know it,
Also the heart that is longing for refreshment
          And, equally, for repose.

     Someday we'll live in the sky.
Meanwhile, the house of our lives is this green world.
          The fields, the ponds, the birds.
     The thick black oaks-surely they are
     The invention of something wonderful.

          And the tiger lilies
And the runaway honeysuckle that no one
          Will ever trim again.
     Where is it? I ask, and then
           My feet know it.

     One jump, and I'm home.

          (By Mary Oliver)