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
gracefully.
I hear all this, every summer…
That lake stays blue and free; it goes
on and on.
And I know where it is.
~ William Stafford, from “Why I Am Happy” in Early Morning: Remembering My Father, William Stafford by Kim Stafford
Notes: Poem – Thank you Hammock Papers. Photo: Elena Morelli