Alison Cassidy Poems
|281.||A Son Is Born||11/15/2008|
|282.||A Moisty Under Milkwood Morning||1/23/2008|
|283.||A Pocketful Of Sympathy||1/1/2007|
|284.||My First Orgasm||1/3/2007|
|285.||Wild Geese By Mary Oliver||5/22/2006|
Wild Geese By Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world ...
I remember your velvet tongue persuasive,
your velvet hands, insistent,
exploring those parts of me
I so wanted to know, but
felt too shy to share.
I remember the child of me
and the man of you, .
and that moment of surrender
when I yielded to your touch
and answered 'Yes'.