Mary Oliver - Feb 8th, Iyengar III

Some of the least complicated love, doesn’t mean it isn’t deep!

PERCY, WAITING FOR RICKY

Your friend Is coming, I say

to Percy and name a name

and he runs to the door, his

wide mouth in its laugh-shape,

and waves, since he has one, his tail.

Emerson, I am trying to live,

as you said we must, the examined life.

But there are days I wish

there was less in my head to examine,

not to speak of the busy heart. How

would it be to be Percy, I wonder, not

thinking, not weighing anything, just running forward.