A Thousand Mornings

FOR I WILL CONSIDER MY DOG PERCY”

where fires were still smoldering,

For there was nothing sweeter than his peace

when at rest.

For he was a mixture of gravity and waggery.

For he could be silly and noble in the same moment.

Sometimes breaking the rules is just

extending the rules.

Anything worth thinking about is worth

singing about.”

What keeps us from falling down, our faces

to the ground; ashamed, ashamed?

And here you may find me

on almost any morning

walking along the shore so

light-footed so casual.

Read one newspaper daily (the morning edition

is the best

for by evening you know that you at least

have lived through another day)