Friday. A day set aside for rejoicing. Instead of thinking about the 312 things I have to do back at school on Monday, I came home and read a poem.
I thought about how I watched this flower open in the dark on Thursday night. While I stood out back shining my flashlight on the opening petals. A real live magic show.
This is a night blooming epiphylum. She only blooms at night and only lasts until late morning. If I hadn't been doing laundry in the garage. If I hadn't of looked across the patio at the exact right moment. If I hadn't found my flashlight in time. I would have missed the show.
I bent my head down close and heard the petals brush against night air. A tiny whoosh of air. So tiny I might have imagined it. Except I didn't.
Enjoy your weekend pleasures. I'll just be here. Sitting out in the sun. Listening.
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The Word
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by Tony Hoagland





























OMG what a fabulous post! I love the story about the flower! The photo of Wyatt is gorgeous, and that poem - SO INSPIRING! Thanks for Sharing Mary Ann!
Posted by: Michelle LaPoint Rydell | Friday, September 23, 2011 at 09:33 PM
Thanks for sharing...........I love the story of the epiphylum and how great you were able to catch it. It sounds like your week days are pretty full......so rest and maybe cuddle with Wyatt. cheers!!!
Posted by: ruth krening | Friday, September 23, 2011 at 09:52 PM
Gorgeous poem and where did you find it? I love poetry but haven't settled on a magazine or digest or book that serves my desires. Where do you find the poetry that speaks to you? Love the pic of Wyatt, we all listen best when our pupils are contracted into mere slits when facing the sunshine:)
Posted by: Violet Cadburry | Friday, September 23, 2011 at 11:23 PM
PERFECT in every detail. Lovely, lovely poem. Thank you.
Posted by: Chrissy | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 12:56 AM
beautiful photos as always, and what a lovely poem! here in Ohio, in the early morning, it is foggy-dark-rainy...but I think there is a carl sandburg poem about fog going quietly 'on little cat feet.' I will try to think of it that way. I always enjoy your adventures, and envy your sunlight!
Posted by: Dianne | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 04:33 AM
that poem is so beautiful - and a reminder to always look for the sunlight in our day!
Posted by: ruth | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 04:37 AM
I love your photos and it is always nice to find a new favorite poem.
Posted by: FiveAcres | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 05:06 AM
Touched my heart! :o) Donna
Posted by: donna, doni, lady d | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 05:11 AM
Just lovely - I want to hear a flower open too! Love the poem - and I'm a person who usually, despite trying and trying to love it, finds it annoying like nails on a blackboard (don't hit me!).
Posted by: Lorraine | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 05:16 AM
I think one of the things that makes you so special is the time and attention you give to living in your world. Flowers open, suns rise and set, the day starts and ends. And you make the time to notice them.
They are there for any of us but you give them import and value.
Then you share it.
Thanks, Mary Ann
Posted by: susan w | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 06:19 AM
Beautiful poems and that flower - how lucky you were to just happen to notice it blooming! I'm loving your journal pages as well and need to get started in my own - just wish there were more time!
Posted by: kristi | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 06:30 AM
Thank you for the reminder to just listen and sit in the sun. I'll do that today. I will.
Posted by: Michele Unger | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 07:06 AM
Thanks for the poem. I'm keeping it. Hail to the PARTICULAR moment!
Posted by: Uma Borden | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 07:06 AM
A most wonderful post, a most wonderful poem. May I ask which of Mr. Hoagland's collected works this poem appears in so I can get my own copy.
And have a wonderful weekend, night and day, minute and hour.
Posted by: Zoe | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 08:15 AM
Thank you for this gift. The king and queen still exist indeed. She lives in a far away land, where the sun always shine, and the flowers bloom at night.
Posted by: Sambre | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 08:48 AM
Beautiful! A wonderful reminder to slow down and enjoy the beauty in nature. As hard as you try Mary Ann, you do not stop teaching simply by exiting your classroom. Thank you for sharing your natural talent!
Posted by: Carmen Tangherlini | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 09:01 AM
such beauty, such lovely words and thoughts to begin my day. I can feel the warmth all the way to here. My heart is happy and I am ever thankful to share this world with you.
Posted by: Susie LaFond | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 09:39 AM
violet cadburry bunny i personally enjoy WRITERS ALMANAC for poetry finds. i have a link for it on my sidebar. an icon of open book in the DIG section near the pic of garrison keillor. he does the daily reading of the poem.
fantastic!
Posted by: Mary Ann Moss | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 10:41 AM
Love!
Posted by: Deb | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 03:11 PM
A night-blooming flower...what an amazing spectacle to catch by chance. So glad you did.
Posted by: Andria | Saturday, September 24, 2011 at 06:15 PM
i cannot thank you enough for sharing the poem and the reminder of God's grander. you are a treasure a reading your blog is like receiving a gift!
Posted by: Fawn | Sunday, September 25, 2011 at 05:36 AM
Your flower took my breath away! I'm sitting on the couch, drinking coffee listening to the bird chatter outside. It must have been some Sat. night because they are chirping away. Happy Sunday!
Marissa
Posted by: M | Sunday, September 25, 2011 at 09:10 AM
Thanks so much for the poem, as I have been "shoulding" on myself today. Now I have a direction, a true sense of what I "need" to be doing.....heading to the deck with a book/journal in hand to enjoy this gorgeous day full of sunlight.
Posted by: linda | Sunday, September 25, 2011 at 11:14 AM
Beautiful poem, beautiful flower--how lucky you were to witness it's birth!! Your photography, as always, is spectacular!! Thank you for all the inspiration!! Oh, BTW, I haven't yet told you how much I love your new fence--a perfect addition to Moss Cottage. Good luck with your new batch of craft monkeys!! I know you will tame them and make them your own!!
Posted by: Cat | Sunday, September 25, 2011 at 12:52 PM
Gorgeous!
Posted by: Sharon | the teacup incident | Sunday, September 25, 2011 at 04:44 PM
How serendipitous!
Posted by: jeanette, mistress of longears | Sunday, September 25, 2011 at 05:53 PM
Thank you for the beautiful poem and photos.
xxoo
AM
Posted by: Anna Maria | Monday, September 26, 2011 at 12:11 AM
Thank you for the beautiful poem and photos. It's only 9 am and already todayI have learned of two new poets. This one from you and Charles Simic from a friend on FB. I think this will be a special kind of day.
xxoo
AM
Posted by: Anna Maria | Monday, September 26, 2011 at 12:14 AM
You always touch my heart Mary ann. Took my son to university yesterday. Have that empty nest feeling! Read the sweet poem and saw the beautiful photo of your cat. There is such a vulnerability about that photo, his sweet little expression in his eyes and his little furry neck.It made my heart ache for my beautiful Chloe who got knocked over in June.Who can live without a pussycat??
Posted by: Sheree | Monday, September 26, 2011 at 04:21 AM
Beautiful flower. Sensitive cat.
Driving back to work an hour ago
I thought ahh sunshine. Top five
no -- top two favorite things in the world.
Amazing poem. Why can't I write like that?
I'm glad someone can express it for me.
I am grateful for all your've shared, Mary Ann.
Posted by: Michel Murphy | Monday, September 26, 2011 at 11:44 AM
Mary Ann,
Copied that poem right down, I did... I love it... It helped to ease my guilt for the mornings when I sit out on my deck and do nothing but watch the clouds and the birds... It is important, isn't it? "Pleasure is a thing... that also needs accomplishing." I could never have said it that well!!!
thanks,
Susan
Posted by: susan engleman | Tuesday, September 27, 2011 at 09:03 AM
Oh my! I loved this poem! (and the stunning flower...and the magical cat!)
Posted by: Judy H. | Wednesday, September 28, 2011 at 06:59 AM
What a story! What a poem! I've jotted it down and am hatching plans to add it to a batch of handcrafted postcards to leave around town. The only thing better than finding this poem would be finding it onthe back of a piece of art left for me to find.
Posted by: Tina | Wednesday, September 28, 2011 at 09:11 AM
The lucky flower, the beautiful poem, the many 'thank you's' here... You are a blessing, thank you for sharing the grandeur.
Posted by: Stephanie Sears | Wednesday, September 28, 2011 at 09:59 AM
That poem is AWESOME. Thank you :)
Posted by: Ali | Wednesday, September 28, 2011 at 04:11 PM
Thank you!
Posted by: hashi | Thursday, September 29, 2011 at 10:25 AM
Saw this and thought of you. Enjoy, and be sure to sign up for the free set of postcards. The photos are amazing.
Nola
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Posted by: Nola Hart | Thursday, September 29, 2011 at 10:51 AM