It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
Or sunshine, love, salvation.
It could, you know. That’s why we wake
and look out — no guarantees
in this life.
But some bonuses, like morning,
like right now, like noon,
like evening.
William Stafford from The Way It Is
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“First Day of My Life” by Bright Eyes
Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you’d just woke up
And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”
Stafford wrote the plainest poems I know. I mean he doesn’t use the traditional tools of poetry as much as other writers. And yet he somehow manages to be wise and wonderful and always worth reading.
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