The Gift

Lavender Turquois

Made by my grandmother Made by my grandmother (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

American poet William Stafford (1914-1993) American poet William Stafford (1914-1993) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Cover of "The Way It Is" Cover of The Way It Is

Time wants to show you a different country. It’s the one

That your life conceals, the one waiting outside

When curtains are drawn, the one Grandmother hinted at

In her crochet design, the one almost found

Over at the edge of the music, after the sermon.

It’s the way life is, and you have it, a few years given.

You get killed now and then, violated

In various ways. (And sometimes it’s turn about.)

You get tired of that. Long-suffering, you wait

And pray, and maybe good things come_maybe

The hurt slackens and you hardly feel it any more.

You have a breath without pain. It is called happiness

It’s a balance, the taking and passing along,

The composting of where you’ve been and how people

And weather treated…

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