Bend

At the Exhibition Centre for an event today. The covered walkway has been a blip of mine (and many others) before, so here's a slightly different take, showing the bend in the middle.

I also saw a memorial there that I haven't noticed before which features part of the poem 'Wild Geese' by Mary Oliver. Such beautiful writing. She's now on my reading list.

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.