Photo by Tammy Horton
You do not have to be goodYou do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your bodylove what it lovesTell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.Meanwhile the world goes on.Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rainare moving across the landscapes,over the prairies and the deep trees,the mountains and the rivers.Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clear blue airare heading home again.Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,the world offers itself to your imagination,calls to you like wild geese, harsh and excitingover and over announcing your placein the family of things.