You do not have to be good
You don't have to finish your breakfast and wash the dishes
before you go to write a poem
or take a walk
or go back to bed and make love to everyone you love
You do not have to say your prayers
Nor do you have to scorn those who pray continuously
You do not have to turn out the lights
and go to sleep at
ten
eleven
twelve
one
You do not have to be fresh and perky the next
day
Nor need you repent of the late night reading
walking under the stars
making love to everyone you love
lying awake in blessed non sleep not dreaming
not thinking
not even meditating
just warm
lying there
wasting time
You do not have to not waste time
You can linger
over
almost anything to good effect
whatever good effect means,
let's say it means: joyful sustanence
and linger away
at the book, the lover, the bed, the walk,
the poem,
even your work
You do not have to begrudge your
work
Nor listen to anyone who is boring you
You do not have to wait until tomorrow
to be
happy
nor even
until this poem is over
Meanwhile
wild geese fly over Mary Oliver's poem
and the heater hums in mine
a rare cold day in Austin
in Texas
where I never thought I'd be
and I'm in love
with so many things
and I could blame it on Austin
or God
or you
but why bother
you do not have to have an excuse
for
happiness
nor
for joy
You don't have to finish your breakfast and wash the dishes
before you go to write a poem
or take a walk
or go back to bed and make love to everyone you love
You do not have to say your prayers
Nor do you have to scorn those who pray continuously
You do not have to turn out the lights
and go to sleep at
ten
eleven
twelve
one
You do not have to be fresh and perky the next
day
Nor need you repent of the late night reading
walking under the stars
making love to everyone you love
lying awake in blessed non sleep not dreaming
not thinking
not even meditating
just warm
lying there
wasting time
You do not have to not waste time
You can linger
over
almost anything to good effect
whatever good effect means,
let's say it means: joyful sustanence
and linger away
at the book, the lover, the bed, the walk,
the poem,
even your work
You do not have to begrudge your
work
Nor listen to anyone who is boring you
You do not have to wait until tomorrow
to be
happy
nor even
until this poem is over
Meanwhile
wild geese fly over Mary Oliver's poem
and the heater hums in mine
a rare cold day in Austin
in Texas
where I never thought I'd be
and I'm in love
with so many things
and I could blame it on Austin
or God
or you
but why bother
you do not have to have an excuse
for
happiness
nor
for joy
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