B U T. . .
WE
STILL
WORRY
which is why Mary Oliver most likely wrote:
“I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not, how shall I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia?
Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.”
~Mary Oliver, “I Worried,” (2010)
and still. . .
S T I L L
W E
ARE CARD CARRYING MEMBERS OF THE
F. O. F.
(FELLOWSHIP OF FRETTERS)
I fret frets
They’re not Fears
past, present, future,
should’s, would’s, could’s
or of all the ‘what-to-comes’
the strenuous decisions of what roads to take
avoid or completely ignored; unseen yet scarily crept upon
They’re just nameless frets for the silent communities of Fretters
who believe that the world’s rotation is based on the power of never-ending fretting
So, for the good of all of Humanity, We, the faithful Fretters will fret on for fear of fretting not. . .
F.O.F. (FELLOWSHIP OF FRETTERS)
Fretting for ANYTHING. ANYBODY. ANYTIME. ANYHOW.
YOU’RE WELCOME TO JOIN
and most assuredly much more free
IF
YOU
DON’T
(especially on this Friday the 13th)
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