*by Mary Oliver – From her short collection A Thousand Mornings
The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth,
it can lie down like silk breathing
or toss havoc shoreward; it can give
gift or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth
like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can
sweet-talk entirely. As I can too,
and so, no doubt, can you, and you.
The thing is, this poem told me (us) about the potential we had in ourself. Mentioning the craziness, the explosive side first and then the tone getting calm. I figured that there’s forgiveness and somehow encouraging.
But the important thing is this poem pointing out that despite our destructive potential (and it’s playing a big part) there’s always a choice to do the opposite. It’s always up to us.
PS: It’s not an assignment, just a form of sharing.