Serenity and a sense of fullfillment

A POEM BY Czesław Miłosz (1911-2004)

A day so happy.
Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over the honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no one worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
When straightening up, I saw blue sea and sails.

A huge thank you to Bruce Sterling for ending his SXSW rant with this wonderful poem and actually replying to my email when I tried to figure out who wrote it.

Av Morten Skogly

Creator of Things