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~
Connie as I was reading this I thought what a wonderful poet you are, kind of similar to Mary Oliver!!
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julie
A great presentation of thoughts and memories we all could think about. Nicely done.
ReplyDeletethat is a really cool verse by mary oliver...is that a pic of you? that is a really cool picture...
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt'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.
Another outstanding Post. Have a blessed evening. Madeline
ReplyDeleteYour new header is wise both in words and the eyes of Cutter(?)...
ReplyDeleteThe words in your post make me wonder myself...I needed a thoughtful place to go today. thanks Connie.
thumbs up....and you are one gorgeous kid
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful new header you have! And I always love to read Mary Oliver's work. Have a good weekend!
ReplyDeleteJohn Muir, Mary Oliver?
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we think alike, my sister.
xo, Cheryl