National Poetry Month Day 6: Thomas R. Smith

I read this poem a few weeks ago in my daily Writer’s Almanac email. I wanted to read a poem a day this year, but was failing miserably for the first couple months. Either I couldn’t remember, or I told myself that I didn’t have time. Now, I get a poem a day by email and almost always read it right when I wake up. The best way to fulfill a resolution, I hear, is to do it at the start of the day.

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The following poem comes from my St. Patrick’s day email. I like to reread it from time to time when I’m a bit panicked; it serves as a nice reminder that we should trust that the universe is taking us in the right direction, even if we are not yet sure what that may be.


It’s like so many other things in life
to which you must say no or yes. So you take your car to the new mechanic.
Sometimes the best thing to do is trust.

The package left with the disreputable-looking
clerk, the check gulped by the night deposit,
the envelope passed by dozens of strangers—
all show up at their intended destinations.

The theft that could have happened doesn’t.
Wind finally gets where it was going
through the snowy trees, and the river, even
when frozen, arrives at the right place.

And sometimes you sense how faithfully your life
is delivered, even though you can’t read the address


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