i worried

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 a 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