Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Otherwise
By Jane Kenyon

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.

2 comments:

Pat Paulk said...

Wonderful!!Love her work. And one day it always will be.

sweetie said...

I see you've discovered Jane. Isn't she just amazing...I'm sorry about your friend Joanne...
Brenda

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