I was looking for a poem by Mary Oliver and one had been attributed to her which was really by William Stafford which brought me to him, and this website. Check it out for more of his poems. http://www.lunararchives.com/deepin/stafford.htm
Here is one of his poems to reflect on, on this day of mist.
You Reading This, Be Ready
Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life ~
What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?
- William Stafford