Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Otherwise

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

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