by William Stafford



It could happen any time, tornado,

earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.

Or sunshine, love, salvation.


It could, you know. That’s why we wake

and look out—no guarantees

in this life.


But some bonuses, like morning,

like right now, like noon,

like evening.



From The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems, Graywolf Press, 1998. For me, writing a haiku is an act of saying yes to life, right now, because life has no guarantees.