Monday, January 12, 2009

Travel Therapy


A Poem by Mary Oliver

Heavy


The time
I thought I could not
go any closer to grief
without dying

I went closer
and I did not die.
Surely God had His hand in this,

as well as friends,
Still, I was bent,
and my laughter,
as the poet said,

was nowhere to be found.
Then said my friend Daniel
(brave even among lions),
"It's not the weight you carry

but how you carry it–
books, bricks, grief–
it's all in the way
you embrace it, balance it, carry it

when you cannot, and would not,
put it down."
So I went practicing.
Have you noticed?

Have you heard the laughter
that comes, now and again,
out of my startled mouth?

How I linger
to admire, admire, admire
the things of this world
that are kind, and maybe

also troubled–
roses in the wind,
the sea geese on the steep wave,
a love
to which there is no reply?

- Mary Oliver





Travel Therapy

I dream of far away lands.
I yearn to see the world for her,

through her
will I see the land of the gods.
By my eyes will I see
Those infinite entities

My mind travels to distant lands,
collapsing onto this one,
where I am.

- Thank you











2 comments:

fate said...

Wow that is deep, SWEET!

Jackie said...

Nick - I LOVE those poems. They put me to tears. The photos that go with the poems are exquisite. Thank YOU for sharing!
<3
J