Hummingbird Featured Poem. I Worried.

I Worried.

By Mary Oliver

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.

Note: This “I Worried” appeared recently in one of my newsfeeds. Upon research—Copyright © 2010, 2017 by Mary Oliver with permission of Bill Reichblum.

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