Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,
between “green thread”
and “broccoli,” you find
that you have penciled “sunlight.”
Resting on the page, the word
is beautiful. It touches you
as if you had a friend
and sunlight were a present
he had sent from someplace distant
as this morning—to cheer you up,
and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure
is a thing
that also needs accomplishing.
Do you remember?
that time and light are kinds
of love, and love
is no less practical
than a coffee grinder
or a safe spare tire?
Tomorrow you may be utterly
without a clue,
but today you get a telegram
from the heart in exile,
proclaiming that the kingdom
the king and queen alive,
still speaking to their children,
—to any one among them
who can find the time
to sit out in the sun and listen.
~By Tony Hoagland, from Sweet Ruin, University of Wisconsin Press, 1992
NOTHING TO WEAR
It was just turning dawn when my journey began
And the road looked beautiful under the sky.
Don’t ask me what I’m taking, I have nothing
My bags are empty, and my hands are bare.
A light will be shining when I arrive
The evening star where music is heard.
On second thought, I’ll be wearing my ring
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