I wanted
the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
I wanted
to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know
whoever I was, I was
alive
for a little while.
Mary Oliver Dream Work
if you are going to be alive, might as well be alive...you know...smiles....to know....really nice....
ReplyDeleteThanks for some Mary in the morning....
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