Be yourself. How many times have we been admonished---by movies, books, and talk shows---to obey that ridiculous order?
I like Mary Oliver's suggestion better: Be other. Grow leaves from your fingertips.
by Mary Oliver
Today again I am hardly myself.
It happens over and over.
It is heaven-sent.
It flows through me
like the blue wave.
Green leaves – you may believe this or not –
have once or twice
emerged from the tips of my fingers
deep in the woods,
in the reckless seizure of spring.
Though, of course, I also know that other song,
the rest is here
Poetry Friday is hosted today by the always fabulous Jama Rattigan at alphabet soup