Why I Am Happy

      by William Stafford


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



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.


From Why I Am Happy, Half Moon Bay, California: Paper Crane Press, 1998.       +