by Mary Oliver
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall---
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.
from Devotions: the Selected Poems of Mary Oliver
Penguin, 2017 
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