Thinking of poolsides, hot cement, electric heat, thunder in the air…
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…
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.
It can be hard to let yourself just be in the present, leaving behind what is done, not obsessing over preparing for what is to come. As an anxious person this task can sometimes seem absolutely impossible…