Mary Oliver’s poem “The Journey” continues, “though the whole house / began to tremble / and you felt the old tug / at your ankles . . .” The journey she describes didn’t stop, even though it was “a wild night.” The stars began “to burn / through the sheets of clouds” until there was “a new voice / which you slowly recognized as your own.” I, too, am beginning a journey. I’m entering a place where I hope to hear a new voice. Poetry – especially the ones with wild parts – will keep me company. What will I discover? I have no idea what awaits.
Oliver, Mary. “The Journey.” Ten Poems to Change Your Life, edited by Roger Housden, Harmony Books, 2001, pp. 9-10.