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.
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.
"Any Morning" by William Stafford from The Way It Is. © Graywolf Press, 1999.
Be happy, hum a little, pick up pieces of heaven and save them. Good advice.
What a fine poem, and your pictures are a delight. Thank you, and I'll remember to save a bit of Heaven when nobody is looking. :-)
ReplyDeleteI love this poem and its good reminders of what's important. Imagine if we all save those bits!
DeleteA great start, wherever you are!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the invitation, Mary. I might just take that trip one of these days. Likewise, if you are in these parts of the world, know that my house is always open to you and your loved ones.
Isn't it amazing that we can form friendships through our blogging?! Love it.
Deletepicking up little corners of heaven....that is pretty cool...cool as well that this reminds you of your dad...look at those lovely mountains too...
ReplyDeleteIt all came together- the poem, the reminder of my Dad, the view- lovely.
Deletesmiles...dont you love it when that happens? happy thursday...
DeleteWhat gorgeous pictures!
ReplyDeleteTwo from my town and one of my neighbor's tree.
DeleteThere is always a bit of heaven in our lives, if only we look and see with eyes wide open. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteSo true- and I love the way he says this.
Deletewhat wonderful pics and i just love the little habit..picking up little pieces of heaven and just knowing that you have them in your pockets makes the day a whole lot different
ReplyDeleteThey're all around us aren't they!
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