Wednesday, June 14, 2017

just an ordinary day

Well, other than the final packing and cleaning and stepping out into the unknown.  But the usual mundanity of errands and meals is going on.  Enjoy this poem from our new poet laureate:


To rise early, reconsider, rise again later
to papers and the news. To smoke a few if time
permits and, second-guessing the weather,

dress. Another day of what we bring to it—
matters unfinished from days before,
regrets over matters we've finished poorly.

Just once you'd like to start out early,
free from memory and lighter for it.
Like Adam, on that first day: alone

but cheerful, no fear of the maker,
anything his for the naming; nothing
to shrink from, nothing to shirk,

no lot to carry that wasn't by choice.
And at night, no voice to keep him awake,
no hurry to rise, no hurry not to

~Tracy K Smith


  1. I love that this references Adam... truly, the last dude who woke without dread of what the next day would bring, or about what the last day consisted of...

    1. It's definitely a poem that needs many readings. Thanks for sharing it!

  2. The poem deserves "many readings" - and it truly is a "gift" to "find beauty in ordinary things." Soldier on!

    1. Am with my Littles for a couple of days & then on my way to see you!