Otherwise, I would have
let my imagination roll
out a carpet of poetry,
yet the day just lived
didn’t lend itself to such
flights of fancy.
Otherwise, I would have
looked at the raindrops
on green leaves and seen
the mysteries in each
glistening drop of water.
Otherwise, I would have
raised my navy umbrella
to the misty rain that
gently reminded me
of Vancouver Island.
Otherwise, I would have
seen the blackened crust on
my bread as a failure but
the tender inside was delicious,
butter and honey spread thick.
Otherwise, a day will come
when all of these things may
mean nothing to me. For today,
they are the sweet stitches
that hold memories of today.
“I got out of bed on two strong legs.
It might have been otherwise.”
~ Jane Kenyon, Otherwise
*Author’s note: my poetry tonight inspired by
the poem Otherwise by Jane Kenyon
