Is that Laci Green?
ben16w
joined 2 years ago
The one I posted is my favourite poem but I've not read any others of hers, I give them a read.
I Worried
By Mary Oliver
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia?
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.
How was it supposed to work? Was it supposed to scan received dick pics of anything gross because people do have eyes they could use...
I think they probably see us as stupid gods