I've been feeling rather . . . out of sorts . . . lately.
(Actually, downright cranky.)
I suppose it's the slowness of spring. And the incredible slowness of healing.
I'll get through it, this Cranky Phase. Yoga helps. Journaling. And poetry.
If I Wanted a Boat
I would want a boat, if I wanted a
boat, that bounded hard on the waves,
that didn't know starboard from port
and wouldn't learn, that welcomed
dolphins and headed straight for the
whales, that, when rocks were close,
would slide in for a touch or two,
that wouldn't keep land in sight and
went fast, that leaped into the spray.
What kind of life is it always to plan
and do, to promise and finish, to wish
for the neat and the safe? Yes, by the
heavens, if I wanted a boat I would want
a boat I couldn't steer.
----Mary Oliver, Blue Horses