Thursday, May 10, 2012

Myself

A River Far Away and Long Ago

The river
of my childhood,
that tumbled 
down a passage of rocks

and cut-work ferns,
came here and there
to the swirl
and slowdown

of a pool 
and I saw myself...
oh, clearly...
as I knelt at one... 

then I saw myself
as if carried away,
as the river moved on
Where have I gone?

Since then
I have looked and looked
 for myself,
not sure

who I am, or where,
or, more importantly, why.
It's okay...
I have had a wonderful life.

Still, I ponder
where that other is...
where I landed,
what I thought, what I did,

what small or even maybe meaningful deeds
I might have accomplished
somewhere
among strangers,

coming to them
as only a river can...
touching every life it meets...
that endlessly kind, that enduring.

~Mary Oliver~

9 comments:

Julie Whitmore Pottery said...

Connie as I was reading this I thought what a wonderful poet you are, kind of similar to Mary Oliver!!
xx
julie

LV said...

A great presentation of thoughts and memories we all could think about. Nicely done.

Brian Miller said...

that is a really cool verse by mary oliver...is that a pic of you? that is a really cool picture...

Teresa Evangeline said...

Simply beautiful.

It's an ongoing "theme" for me lately, asking what has my life really been about, what have I done with my time that's of substance. Mary Oliver always says it best.

Love this post.

Madeline's Album said...

Another outstanding Post. Have a blessed evening. Madeline

Kerry O'Gorman said...

Your new header is wise both in words and the eyes of Cutter(?)...
The words in your post make me wonder myself...I needed a thoughtful place to go today. thanks Connie.

Suz said...

thumbs up....and you are one gorgeous kid

Debora said...

What a beautiful new header you have! And I always love to read Mary Oliver's work. Have a good weekend!

Whosyergurl said...

John Muir, Mary Oliver?
sigh.
we think alike, my sister.
xo, Cheryl