Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

Yesterday morning and again last night, I heard my first geese fly overhead announcing their journey to the southland.  While others may consider it squawking, I find their chatter comforting as it reminds me that my favorite season is on its way.  And so, I’m following my tradition of posting this poem at the first call by the migrating wild geese.

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

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.

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