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While Riding the Bus

I READ A POEM
where an advertisement should have been.
I got very excited and
I looked around
nobody else seemed to notice.
They were hanging on to poles,
looking at their phones,
or
if they could see through the mash up of bodies and bags
looking out the windows.

The words were what I would have said,
maybe they were mine
for it seemed they fit right in my brain
like eggs in a nest
like a hand in a hand.
I had no pen so
I sent myself a text.
It read:

dionne brand--i have been losing roads to light on

Excerpt from a poem by Mary Oliver Click on her name to see the whole poem.

I wanted

the past to go away, I wanted

to leave it, like another country; I wanted

my life to close, and open

like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song

where it falls

down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;

I wanted

to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,

whoever I was, I was

alive

for a little while.

(…)

You don’t want to hear the story 

of my life, and anyway 

I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen

to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.

mary oliver