April is National Poetry Month.
To celebrate, Bonny, Kat, Sarah, and I have been sharing poetry with you each Thursday during April. This week - our last - we're sharing the poems we "carry in our pockets." Y'know. Those comfortable, favorite poems that we "carry around" and share whenever we can.
Poem In Your Pocket Day . . . is really A Thing, and has been since 2008. It's designed for people to simply share poems they love with others. In the days before the pandemic, I would actually print out copies of a short poem and carry them around with me on Poem In Your Pocket Day. I left them behind on coffee shop tables, in gym lockers, on shelves at the grocery store. That kind of thing. It was fun, even though I imagine most people ignored them or tossed them in the trash.
Anyway, now I'll just share the poem in my pocket here . . .with you!
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not, how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out in to the morning,
Today's poem is from my copy of Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver, published by Penguin Random House, 2017. For more information about today's poet, Mary Oliver, click here.