you don't want to hear the story of my life, and anyway
i don't want to tell it, i want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
and anyway, it's the same old story - - -
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.
mostly, i want to be kind.
and nobody, of course, is kind,
or mean,
for a simple reason.
and nobody gets out of it, having to
swim through the fires to stay in
this world.
and look! look! look! i think those little fish
better wake up and dash themselves away
from the hopeless future that is
bulging toward them.
and probably,
if they don't waste time
looking for an easier world,
they can do it.
-mary oliver
