in honor of my birthday

In honor of my birthday tomorrow, I am going to do one of my favorite things: I am going to share poetry with you. Mary Oliver’s new collection Blue Horses is everything I need to hold onto the awe of life, if we only remember to live in wonder.

THE FOURTH SIGN OF THE ZODIAC part 3
by Mary Oliver from Blue Horses

I know, you never intended to be in this world.
But you’re in it all the same. 

So why not get started immediately.

I mean, belonging to it.
There is so much to admire, to weep over.

And to write music or poems about.

Bless the feet that take you to and fro.
Bless the eyes and the listening ears.
Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.
Bless touching.

You could live a hundred years, it’s happened.
Or not.
I am speaking from the fortunate platform
of many years,
none of which, I think, I ever wasted.
Do you need a prod?
Do you need a little darkness to get you going?
Let me be as urgent as a knife, then,
and remind you of Keats,
so single of purpose and thinking, for a while,
he had a lifetime.

Here’s to a year belonging to the world. Writing music and poems. Listening and touching.
Using the darkness to get me going.

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