Today's poem is by Maurice Manning
On a Woodpecker Drinking from a Knothole Still Full of the Last Rain
I'm not always Mr. Sunshine, but
today I was, the sun reared up
like a horse in me, well, not a horse
entire, but part of one, the withers
a good horse holds his withers high;
it's a matter of stature and strength, not pride
I could have carried something heavy
the way the sun carries out the day,
no matter. Sometimes days can weigh
you down and when they do it's good
to have a little horse in you
above your heart, but below your head,
in the field sloping down your shoulders.
The sun will shine it once when rising
and once again when going down;
the time of shining lasts a day
and then a longer day of lasting.
I hope you don't outsmart yourself,
I hope you won't let woe befall you,
I hope the sun will rise and set
in you one day. I hope you'll feel
what a horse must feel with a wagon hitched
behind it: the pulling of a load,
the stiff wheels turning, the kick
of knowing all you'll ever need
to know is behind you in the wagon
and not a burden you can't hear.
How's that for a sunny disposition?
Copyright © 2006 Maurice Manning All rights reserved
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