Saturday, May 01, 2021

I Worried. - Mary Oliver

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will i be forgiven,
Can i do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw the worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning.
and sang.

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