
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. 
 
🖋️Dogfish 
— Mary Oliver 
「@bluehomeplus 」
       