So early it’s still almost dark,
I’m near the window with coffee
And the usual early morning stuff
That passes for thought
When I see the boy and his friend
Walking up the road
To deliver the newspaper.
They wear caps and sweaters
And one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy.
They aren’t saying anything, these boys.
I think if they could, they would take
Each other’s arm.
It’s early in the morning,
And they are doing this thing together.
They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
Though the moon still hangs pale over the water.
Such beauty that for a minute
Death and ambition, even love,
Doesn’t enter into this.
Happiness. It comes on
Unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
Any early morning talk about it.
Enjoy your week. May your happiness grow, and may it continue.