Nowhere, nowhere!
When I Was Young and Poor
by Mary Oliver
When I was young and poor,
when little was much,
when I was nimble and never tired,
and the hours of the day were deep and
long,
where was the end that was already
committed?
Where was the flesh that thinned and
stiffened?
Nowhere, nowhere!
Just the gift of forgetfulness gracious
and kind
while I ran up hills and drank the wind
—
time out of mind.