Walking by myself

~How I go to the woods~

by Mary Oliver

"Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone,

with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers

 and therefore unsuitable.

 I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds

or hugging an old black oak tree.

I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.

 Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”   
~Mary Oliver~