Poetry for your lazy Saturday morn by the terrific poet William Stafford, who, by the way, wrote this line for a poem on the day he died of a heart attack in August 1993:
“‘You don’t have to
prove anything,’ my mother said.
“‘Just be ready
for what God sends.'”
Funny how great poets have such strange lives and the strangest of deaths and on that happy note: Stafford’s pleasant little “Any Morning” follows.
A Poem by William Stafford
Just lying on the couch and being happy.
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.
People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t
monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.
Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People won’t even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.
Later in the day you can act like the others.
You can shake your head. You can frown.