Morning Song

I love this poem.   Yes, trouble is always messing about, looking for a place to take up residence.   I will also say that the photograph makes me smile.  I see it and hear Elton John's "Tiny Dancer."  My apology if that song gets stuck in your head.  Sing something else really loudly; that should do the trick.  Maybe even dance around the living room and be the envy of the neighborhood.   

Air out your glorious soul today.  We need the light.     

    

Any Morning

 

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
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People wont 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.

 

~ William Stafford ~

 

 

(The Way It Is) 

Panhala