For years, every morning, I drank
from
Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the
feet of ducks.
And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the
very far past.
What I want to say is
that the past is the
past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of
choosing what will be, darling citizen.
So come to the pond,
or the
river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put
your lips to the world.
And live
your life.
~Mary Oliver