When I was in Poetry School, I would often read anthologies of poems, well, I would actually just open a book and see what poem was on the page. The peom Wild Geese by Mary Oliver was a poem I had heard before, but I can remember the moment I really got it for the first time and broke down in tears at the realization that I did not have to be good.

Enjoy.

Grateful for poets whose words can bring me back to myself.



⁣Prescription for the Disillusioned

Come new to this day.
Remove the rigid overcoat of experience, the notion of knowing, the beliefs that cloud your vision.
Leave behind the stories of your life.
Spit out the sour taste of unmet expectation.
Let the stale scent of what-ifs waft back into the swamp of your useless fears.
Arrive curious, without the armor of certainty, the plans and planned results of the life you’ve imagined. Live the life that chooses you,
new every breath, every blink of your astonished eyes.

-Rebecca del Rio