Tuesday Poem

—My grandson is the special events coordinator at the
Natural History Museum in London. I sent him
this poem this morning. N

You Can Plan Events

“You can plan events, but if they go according
to your plan they are not events.*
It is the history of the world I thought to write
this morning sitting up in my bed drinking coffee,
the how of hows, the what of whats, the why of whys,
but a rackety bird begins his day, now a soft-voiced dove,
in the distance a drone of cars going about their business.
The dog has leapt on the bed and lies in a curl,
nose tucked under her tail.  the world is too sweet
for me to worry about how it got here – God created
Eden.  After that, nothing went according to plan.

by Nils Peterson

*W.B. Yeats’s brother. He was a painter.

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