"Why I am Happy" by William Stafford
Updated: Jun 13, 2020
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. 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.
The Way It Is, New & Selected Poems, Graywolf Press
Crater Lake, Oregon