You do not have to be
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
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep
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
over and over announcing your place
in the family
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