Saturday 26 January 2013

Day 218: Happiness

A good reason to get up early in the mornings - if only for the dawn moment when 'Such beauty that for a minute/death and ambition, even love,/doesn't enter into this.'

Happiness - Raymond Carver

So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.
When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.

They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.
They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.

Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.


  1. I love the quiet, private feeling of this one, its lovely intimacy. So pretty.

    I also wanted to tell you that I just recommended the Ruth Padel moon/fox poems to someone - I first read them here - so your blog posts are spreading out like little pond ripples... :-)

  2. Thanks Cheryl - that's nice to know! (and a lovely image too!)


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