anyway

i walked
miles
and miles away

it was always nice
to walk away
from it all

the breeze blows through
my blouse
the sun warms

it was what you wanted
and i said what is want
anyway

a.b.

a passage found among scarps from the past

 

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Wild Geese

© arielle bush, 2014

© arielle bush, 2014

Sometimes you come across something that holds all your truths.  Something that cuts you down to the bone.  Something that calls out all your desires and gives them names.  Something that gives you permission to continue…

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 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

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