Friday, January 17, 2020

Mary Oliver

 On the first anniversary of Mary Oliver's death
I was reminded of this adventure last winter out to see the birds
on Sauvie Island here in Oregon.
 Sandhill Cranes!

 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 your 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.

"Wild Geese", by Mary Oliver
Happy Weekend, dear friends!
Is it time for an adventure?


Lorrie said...

No adventures here this weekend, but hopefully some satisfying home pursuits. Love, love Mary Oliver's poetry. Have a good weekend.

mamasmercantile said...

That was beautiful. No adventures here but a little outing planned for midweek.

Tracy said...

Has it been a year already? She always there though, isn't she? :) LOVE this post... and your imagines to "illustrate", Marilyn! ((HUGS))

Jeanie said...

Oh Mary Oliver. A whole year? Where did that go? A beautiful choice.