Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch.
But in contentment I still feel
The need of some imperishable bliss.
~Wallace Stevens from “Sunday Morning”
whether a full stomach
or adequate bank account
or a covering of snow~
these don’t last.
May I not settle into comfort,
but seek to fill
my continual need
with what will never perish,
even as the latest snow melts
and the late afternoon light fades.
simply knowing there comes
imperishable bliss someday,
I too am transformed.