A Thousand Mornings

by Mary Oliver

For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream of for me.

Yet little by little I learned to love my life. Though sometimes I had to run hard— especially from melancholy— not to be held back.

I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be.

Every day I’m still looking for God and I’m still finding him everywhere,