Is it lucky
That the sun comes up every morning?
Or that you happen to be
There to witness it?
How many sunrises
Have happened in your life?
And how many excuses do you have
For missing most of them?
I think you have been lucky
To see a few sunrises
In spite of your sleepiness.
The miracles of Life keep slipping by
Like the mighty Mohawk flowing.
Last night, at sunset, I saw the herons there
Pierce the violet penumbra of ebbing light.
I saw the ducks skate on the river,
Making soft landings.
No one else was there
But Beauty draws me irresistibly
Toward its next encore.
Will bring another opportunity.
Maybe you’ll get lucky!