I Ask Percy How I Should Live My Life by Mary Oliver

I am all melancholy and mellowed. It’s probably the wine. It’s nice here outside: the breeze is warm, the houses are still all lit. It’s one in the morning. I think. I’m full with food. And memories, and things left unsaid.

The stars are winking, as if to say, you can be happy, too, even if you’re sad. It’ll be our little secret. Yes, I’ll drink. Another glass for me and the sky. Another for you, dear reader, and for your hurts, and for your happiness. If I could give you a gift, this is it. Also, a kiss.

Happy Christmas.

Yours,
T.

I Ask Percy How I Should Live My Life
Mary Oliver

Love, love, love, says Percy.
And hurry as fast as you can
along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.

Then, go to sleep.
Give up your body heat, your beating heart.
Then, trust.

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