Because in the middle I am so curious as to where I
will end up, not even where the poem will end up,
that I get to the last line out of breath.
I may suggest that I simply step out of myself,
reach for the poem and let it happen. Yes:
” YOU NEVER KNOW WHERE
A CONVERSATION IS
GOING TO GO
Said Ricky to me one day, “Why is it you
don’t have a tail?”
Well, I just don’t. Maybe once upon a time
I had one, but not anymore.
“What happened? Did you have an accident?”
No, no. Things change. Sometimes. Over
“You mean, maybe sometime I won’t get a walk,
I won’t get dinner? I won’t get hugs? That’s
scary, plain scary.”
No, No, it takes a really long time. In
fact, some things change, over time, and
“Well, how do I know what’s what?”
Day by day, Ricky. You find out.
Has anything changed that troubles you?
“Actually, nothing. I like everything a lot,
Well, see? Just keep on liking things
” I don’t know anything about that.”
Yes, you do. Every time you wake up and
love your life and the world, you’re
praying, my dear boy. I’m sure of it.
………………………. MARY OLIVER, from her book,
Dog Songs, 2013
I did have to read that one at least three times.
Every time, it changed me.
always with love,