Mary Oliver, “Tom Dancer’s Gift of a Whitebark Pine Cone”

You never know
	what opportunity
		is going to travel to you,
			or through you.

Once a friend gave me
	a small pine cone---
		one of a few
			he found in the scat

of a grizzly
	in Utah maybe,
		or Wyoming
			I took it home

and did what I supposed
	he was sure I would do---
		I ate it,

how it had traveled
	through that rough
		and holy body.
			It was crisp and sweet.

It was almost a prayer
	without words.
		My gratitude
			to you, Tom Dancer,

for this gift of the world
	I adore so much
		and want to belong to.
			And thank you too, great bear.