Leaves drop outside from the fall rain. My son is sleeping snuggled next to me in the hippy sling and Death Cab For Cutie plays in the background. A strong cup of coffee and my iBook keeps me warm and happy. I don’t have to work and “Lost” is on tonight. Does it get any better than this? I think I’ll take a nap, shortly. Today reminds me of my favorite poem by James Wright. I know I’ve posted this poem before in the past, but it’s a favorite.
Lying in a Hammock on William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.