Tuesday, 20 September 2011

something will come

A friend emailed me this poem the other day that I absolutely love. There's something about it that's just so hopeful. Here it is:


by Jim Wayne Miller

Get up early
Sit drinking the dark
like coffee
Wait. Expect nothing.

will come.
like your newspaper
plopping onto the porch.

Something with your name on it--
like a letter
slipped under your door.

Something you forgot you wrote away for
arrives now
like a package delivered as darkness thins.

Sign for it.