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
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.
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 Ohio Review (Volume 50, 1993). Text as posted on The Writer's Almanac (11/26/2012).Art credit: Untitled image by unknown photographer (digitally altered by curator).
Mr. Stafford says it all so neatly, the life and the living that goes on inside our heads when we take the time to let it all tumble around for awhile.
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"Little pieces of heaven" one can collect and save. One must remember to plan and bank those moments. That's my plan!
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