I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

by Jane Kenyon

Comments (2)

Jane Kenyon! Beautiful poem. It tells about many possibilities.
She knew her death was coming but look at the calm strong way she went about life- -she had courage and she had love of life and all its trappings. She is a lady- not was a lady- but is a lady because this kind never die as long as we admire their kind