Poetry Friday: Why I Am Happy

Last week, my plan was to attend a William Stafford event but the water main at our house decided to burst. Thus, our weekend was spent at our daughter’s house. Oldest grandgirl was over the moon.
I found this poem in the local newspaper with details about events. It’s lovely. Maybe next year I will get to an event.

Why I Am Happy

Now has come, an easy time. I let it
roll. There is a lake somewhere
so blue and far nobody owns it.
A wind comes by and a willow listens
I hear all this, every summer. I laugh
and cry for every turn of the world,
its terribly cold, innocent spin.
That lake stays blue and free; it goes
on and on.
And I know where it is.

— William Stafford

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Happy reading.