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,
William Stafford from The Way It Is
“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”
One thought on ““Yes” by William Stafford”
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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