inspired

I’m not the river

that powerful presence.

And I’m not the black oak tree

which is patience personified.

And I’m not the redbird

who is brief life hearted enjoyed.

Nor am I mud nor rock nor sand

which is holding everything together.

No, I am none of these meaningful things.  Not yet.

 

Mary Oliver – I’m Not the River

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