Poetry Tuesday finds me ruminating on my experience at Wild Goose Festival this past weekend…and that brought me all roundabout like to Mary Oliver, on whom I may have a little poet crush…don’t judge. If you’ve not yet read Mary then you best get your honey buns over to this site and soak in her work, like right now…and then as always I’m going to tell you to buy her books because it’s the right thing to do, because it will support this work and that’s a very good thing.
For now, here’s a drink of some good, clean water for your soul-
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
from Dream Work by Mary Oliver
published by Atlantic Monthly Press
© Mary Oliver