A Home at the End

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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 albatross 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 egrets harsh and exciting over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
someone i loved once gave me a box full of darkness, it took me years to understand that this too was a gift.


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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