Depression, sad days, melancholy.
At 26, I said, “To hell with this!
You control your life; live it!!
I tried forbidden liaisons, trained horses,
Went around the world, a cobra wrapped around my neck,
Walked the Shalimar Gardens in Kashmir,
Watched the Taj Mahal reflected in still waters,
Stood before the Jama Masjid in Old Delhi,
Strolled the streets of Katmandu,
Talked with monks at the Shwedagon Pagoda,
Bargained with sticks in dirt, math our only common language,
Downed raw turtle eggs in Costa Rica,
Danced on table tops, sang “Adonai”,
Roamed empty roads across the Navaho Nation,
Raised two charming children,
Married, divorced four times.
I have lived, running on the rim of wonder.
This poem is a response to another Mary Oliver assignment for the SCN poetry class. The prompt was to write about how we might have lived differently or made different choices. On the whole I possess few to no regrets, have been to places never dreamed of, met astonishing people all over the world, and live exactly as I want to live. I feel blessed.