I always seem to find just the right book or blog or poet or author or whoever to bring me much needed guidance and support, at just the right time. Today the perfect words came from a new book by Mary Oliver, a poet I have come to love very much. Her poem about a boat as a metaphor for life seems so simply perfect and profound. So in following her use of few words to tell her tale, I’ll dispense with any thoughts I have about her poem and leave it to you, the reader, and see if it sings to you also.
IF I WANTED A BOAT
I would want a boat, if I wanted a
boat, that bounded hard on the waves,
that didn’t know starboard from port
and wouldn’t learn, that welcomed
dolphins and headed straight for the
whales, that, when rocks were close,
would slide in for a touch or two,
that wouldn’t keep land in sight and
went fast, that leaped into the spray.
What kind of life is it always to plan
and do, to promise and finish, to wish
for the near and the safe? Yes, by the
heavens, if I wanted a boat I would want
a boat I couldn’t steer.