Thursday, August 18, 2011

Last Time I Danced Mary Oliver I Was Touched Once Again

A River Far Away and Long Ago

The river
Of my childhood,
That tumbled
Down a passage of rocks
And cut-work ferns,
Came here and there
To the swirl
And slowdown
Of a pool
And I say myself-
Oh, clearly-
As I knelt at one-
Then I saw myself
As if carried away,
As the river moved on.
Where have I gone?
Since then
I have looked and looked
For myself,
Not sure
Who I am, or where,
Or, more importantly, why.
It’s okay-
I have had a wonderful life.
Still, I ponder
Where that other is-
Where I landed,
What I thought, what I did,
What small or even maybe meaningful deeds
I might have accomplished
Among strangers,
Coming to them
As only a river can-
Touching every life it meets-
 That endlessly kind, that enduring.

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