I’m Not the River

Posted: September 2, 2013 in Uncategorized
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I’m not the river
that powerful presence.
And I’m not the black oak tree
which is patience personified.
And I’m not redbird
who is a brief life hearted enjoyed.
Nor am I mud nor rock nor sand
which is holding everything together.
No, I am none of these things. Not yet.

Mary Oliver

Comments
  1. Courtney M. says:

    I love this poem!

  2. Mia says:

    I love this poem!

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