#one day i will finish my series of vignettes in which Dean Winchester reflects on this poem across the years

[secretsoftheuniverse1987]

Yes, every fictional man I've ever fixated on should read Wild Geese by Mary Oliver. Yes, they should have a therapist or trusted peer to help them through the experience (or just their boyfriend, really). Yes, Dean Winchester needs it more than most.

Anyway, here's Mary Oliver's "Wild Geese" for anyone who hasn't read it in it's entirety a million times (and for everyone who has but wants to read it again because it's just that good):

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 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.

-- "Wild Geese", Mary Oliver (from Dream Work, 1986)