I do not want to be frisky, and theatrical.
I do not want to go forward in the parade of names.
I do not want to be diligent or necessary or in any way heavy.
From my mouth to God's ear, I swear it; i want only
to be a song.
To wander around in the fields like a little reed bird.
To be a song.
-- Mary Oliver, 'The Return'
What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems
Da Capo Press, 2001
See you later, still, and later still.