Friday Poetry Blogging

My husband and I just had an offer accepted to buy our first house. We're having our first baby in April. I still have to finish my dissertation. The upshot: I'm feeling just the wee-est bit overwhelmed. Excited, but overwhelmed. Hence this poem, which exhibits a level of resolve to which I'm currently aspiring.

I may, I might, I must
by Marianne Moore

If you will tell me why the fen
appears impassable, I then
will tell you why I think that I
can get across it if I try.