You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for aĀ hundredĀ milesĀ throughĀ theĀ desertĀ repenting.
You only have to let the softĀ animalĀ of your body
love what it loves.
Tell meĀ aboutĀ despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile theĀ worldĀ goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and theĀ clearĀ pebbles of the rain
areĀ movingĀ across the landscapes,
over theĀ prairiesĀ and the deep trees,
theĀ mountainsĀ and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in theĀ cleanĀ blue air,
areĀ headingĀ home again.
Whoever you are, noĀ matterĀ how lonely,
theĀ worldĀ offersĀ itselfĀ to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese,Ā harshĀ andĀ excitingĀ -
over and overĀ announcingĀ your place
in theĀ familyĀ of things.