If I Were
There are lots of ways to dance and
to spin, sometimes it just starts my
feet first then my entire body, I am
spinning no one can see it but it is
happening. I am so glad to be alive
and in love and loved. Even if I were
to be separated from love, even if
I were at my final breath, I am here
to take a stand, bereft of such astonish-
ments, but for them.
If I were a Sufi for sure I would be
one of the spinning kind.
- Mary Oliver (recently published in Parabola magazine)
Me too, Mary, me too.
Grace us with a poem today, won't you, either linked below or in the comments.
MFB, as autumn turns toward dusk,