i worried
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 sparrowscan do it and i am, well, hopeless.is my eyesight fading or am i just imagining it,am a going to get rheumatism,lockjaw, dementia?finally i saw that worrying had come to nothing.and gave it up.and took my old bodyand went out into the morning,and sang.
~~mary oliver
