The Nectar of Life

I approach the bookshelf, searching
for the nectar of life.
I lift a book at random.
Mary Oliver's Dream Work.
The first poem's title
throws me off, I'm convinced
I won't find my way in.
I read anyway, determined
to give it a try.
I'm stunned from my stupor
back into the fold.
I love this, words like incantations.
Poetry is definitely something Other,
it's miraculous medicine
containing or does it transport
the nectar?
I want it.
I'm hungry for it.
What can I do to get it?

Linked to Poetry Pantry @ Poets United</a>