Just Now
by W. S. Merwin
from Good Poems for Hard Times [Garrison Keillor]
In the morning as the snow begins to blow away
the clear sky appears for a moment and it seems to me
that there has been something simpler than I could believe
simpler than I could have begun to find words for
not patient not every waiting nor more hidden
than the air itself that became part of me for a while
with every breath and remained with me unnoticed
something that was there unnamed unknown in these days
and the nights not separate from them
not separate from them as they came and were gone
it must have been here neither early nor late then
by what name can I address it now holding out my thanks
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