That’s true. We don’t. Well not intentionally. Guess this makes me unreal then, or is it unrational. Sobeit. Truthfully I read anything. In the past 3 months I’ve read 47 books – you do the math. From Deepak Chopra’s “How to Know God” to Charlie Boorman’s “By Any Means”, Gregory David Roberts’ “Shantarm” to Iain M. Banks’ “The Algebraist” I’ve read almost anything. I even read Eat. Pray. Love. (shh don’t tell anyone). Desperate times of boredom on a gurney call for desperate measures of entertainment. Unless you’re an insomniac with an almanac of thoughts I don’t have time for your judging.

But back on to poetry. Long before my internal remodeling I decided to abstain from poetry (It seems apart of my psychology that if something is worth over reacting to, it is even more worth over reacting to). I’ve taken a self-denying ordinance on this issue. Internal remodeling took my attention away from poems, etc as did my beloved boat, family, friends, et al. But recently in my reading I came across some poems that captivated me – no this is not the confessions of a heart scarred stubborn mule, nor the insights of a saved and now religious or profound man. Rather they just interested me for all sorts of reasons.

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver ~

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