Birth, life, and death—each took place on the underside of a leaf.
Stop and smell the lilacs.
Really. If you pass a lilac, smell it.
May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis with the greatest respect.
Excerpt from Upstream, Oliver’s 2016 collection of essays.