As Well as Can Be Expected
“For something fulfilled
this hour—loved or endured”
—W.H. Auden,
“As Well as Can Be Expected”
The Collected Poetry
Wiser today—but not really
Walking alone—down by the lake
The stream—sliding thru gravel
The delta silt—and mud
Coming down—from across the
Street—thru the viaduct
Down from—Dead Horse Canyon
Up where old cedars—still stand
And Douglas firs—brood
Thirty years later—here I am
Sitting on a sofa—with my cat
Still coming home—am I there?
How many dawns—sleepless
Front yard—kitty-kat graveyard
Loved—having been loved
What more—can I ask for
Here is where—time stopped
And where—I once endured
“For something fulfilled
this hour—loved or endured”
—W.H. Auden,
“As Well as Can Be Expected”
The Collected Poetry
Wiser today—but not really
Walking alone—down by the lake
The stream—sliding thru gravel
The delta silt—and mud
Coming down—from across the
Street—thru the viaduct
Down from—Dead Horse Canyon
Up where old cedars—still stand
And Douglas firs—brood
Thirty years later—here I am
Sitting on a sofa—with my cat
Still coming home—am I there?
How many dawns—sleepless
Front yard—kitty-kat graveyard
Loved—having been loved
What more—can I ask for
Here is where—time stopped
And where—I once endured
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