Wild Geese

wild geese

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.

-Mary Oliver-

2016-10-15T01:45:31+00:00 January 26th, 2015|Comments Off on Wild Geese