A sort-of-poem in homage to one of my favorites.
The Winter Day
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life? — Mary Oliver
In about ten months
I plan to vote.
It is my sacred privilege, as is
the right to keep my choice
private.
Today, I choose to walk
on a snowy path
hushed but for the sounds
of birds conversing
in a language
I don’t understand.
Tomorrow, the same.
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