You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
In the family of things.
I will find a love. I will find a love so true, so classic and unwavering that I don’t second guess the words said or the looks given. It’s a faith I have, you see. I know this because I know myself, I know the love I can give can be returned. Because the energy you put into the world will come back to you, eventually.
I will find a love so strong that I’ll wish for their happiness, I’ll support their dreams no matter how big or how small, I’ll feel safe in their arms.
Actually, it’ll probably find me.