After the natural and man-made disasters this year, I didn't want to write a post about Sept. 11. However, I am concerned about recent events of senseless intolerance and hatred against races, cultures, and religions. I hope Americans can renew their sense of common purpose, and not sacrifice the liberties that we cherish.


I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

Jane Kenyon

I didn't get around to doing the drawing for the giveaway. I will try to announce the winner tomorrow-ish.


lisahgolden said...

Me too. Thank you for the lovely poem.

Happy Frog and I said...

I liked this post, poem and the sentiment behind it.

Madame DeFarge said...

I like this. Sometimes I wish for the otherwise and then, most of the time. I dread those otherwise days.

California Girl said...

Thank you for visiting my blog and commenting.

Glad I'm on yours or I'd have missed this thoughtful verse. Well done.

CiCi said...

The freedom to do what we want to do, get up when we want to, accomplish what we want to, rest when we want to. What a lovely life. Nice poem.

Blasé said...

I never win anything...

tulpen said...

Not really a lover of poetry here.

But that there is just perfection.