Any Morning

Any Morning


Just lying on the couch and being happy.
Only humming a little, that quiet sound
in your 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.


William Stafford

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