We have to be good

Mary Oliver’s poem Wild Geese has been on my mind a lot of late. If you aren’t familiar with it, you can read it here – http://www.phys.unm.edu/~tw/fas/yits/archive/oliver_wildgeese.html


 


We have to be good


 


Mary Oliver was wrong


And it breaks my heart to say so.


We do have to be good.


This year demands that we


Each, alone and whimpering walk


The hundred miles upon our knees


Take the impossible, body breaking


Journey without the solace of so much


We held dear – there can be


No holding. Our soft animal bodies


Are so fragile, and those we love


So vulnerable and a hundred miles


Of knee shredding repenting will not


Save us, necessarily. Will not


Save the ones we love most.


What would you tell me of despair


Today, Mary? What would your


World loving words reveal as we


Shuffle fearful, onwards, praying


But not daring to hope.


And all the while, the wild places


Are forbidden to us and we


Must not let our soft animal bodies


Love too closely and the hundred miles


Is so far, so hard, it seems


Unthinkable to cross the distance


In the way we must.


Carry what you can, be it grief


Or fear, the names of those lost


The bitterness and anger for this waste


Of life, for these months we shall


Never have again, for the dreams


Left bloody in the wake of our crawling


For all that is gone, will never be.


Carry what you can.


Weep when you must, but do this


Terrible thing, too far beyond my reach


For comfort, knowing our bodies lack


For innocence, that we may yet be


The death of each other.


A hundred miles on your knees, repenting


There is a far side to this torment


And I believe, with all my aching heart


That some of you will reach this place


Of respite and healing.


If I do not meet you there


Remember me fondly, remember the best of me


And forgive what you can of the rest.


If I can crawl to the far side of this


I will bring you my open arms


I will soak your cheek, your shoulder


With the glad excess of my tears.


Hold fast as thought I never mean


To let go again. Kiss, if you


Will permit it, love with whatever


Raw remnants of self I have.


When we do not have to be good,


I hope to find you.


 


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