|Window reflection, Frank Lloyd Wright's Robie House|
“Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbably beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.”
- From Starlings in Winter, by Mary Oliver
This poem could be my prayer for me, for 2012:
to move past what hurt about last year
to dream big, audacious things for the new year