go down to the shore
in the morning – excuse me
I have work to do
Based on the poem I Go Down To The Shore by Mary Oliver.
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall—
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.
In an interview quoted in Wikipedia, Mary Oliver said, “[I] go off to my woods, my ponds, my sun-filled harbor, no more than a blue comma on the map of the world but, to me, the emblem of everything.”
I drive towards the Atlantic Coast when I go in to the office for work.
I end up a couple blocks from the coast line.
In the grand scheme of maps of the United States, my desk is a line, a razor’s edge away from the ocean and the waves that, depending on the hour, that are rolling in or moving out.
Not miserable but plaintive, I say as I park my car, what shall, what should I do?
I stand and I listen.
Some mornings I can hear the waves.
And the sea says in its lovely voice, “Excuse me, I have work to do … too.“
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