Give me that dark moment I will carry it everywhere
like a mouthful of rain.
[At the back of the neck
the old skin splits.
The snake shivers
but does not hesitate.
He inches forward.]
He begins to bleed through
Look, I want to love this world
as though it’s the last chance I’m ever going to get
to be alive
and know it.
I wanted the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,
whoever I was, I was
for a little while.
-Mary Oliver, “Dogfish