{"id":23501,"date":"2011-06-03T00:25:00","date_gmt":"2011-06-03T07:25:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kentreporter.com\/news\/ones-ship-comes-in-poem-by-joe-paddock\/"},"modified":"2011-06-03T00:25:00","modified_gmt":"2011-06-03T07:25:00","slug":"ones-ship-comes-in-poem-by-joe-paddock","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kentreporter.com\/life\/ones-ship-comes-in-poem-by-joe-paddock\/","title":{"rendered":"One\u2019s Ship Comes In | Poem by Joe Paddock"},"content":{"rendered":"
Joe Paddock is a Minnesota poet and he and I are, as we say in the Midwest, \u201cof an age.\u201d Here is a fine poem about arriving at a stage when there can be great joy in accepting life as it comes to us.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
One\u2019s Ship Comes In<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/p>\n I swear<\/p>\n<\/p>\n my way now will be<\/p>\n<\/p>\n to continue without<\/p>\n<\/p>\n plan or hope, to accept<\/p>\n<\/p>\n the drift of things, to shift<\/p>\n<\/p>\n from endless effort<\/p>\n<\/p>\n to joy in, say,<\/p>\n<\/p>\n that robin, plunging<\/p>\n<\/p>\n into the mossy shallows<\/p>\n<\/p>\n of my bird bath and<\/p>\n<\/p>\n splashing madly till<\/p>\n<\/p>\n the air shines with spray.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n Joy it will be, say,<\/p>\n<\/p>\n in Nancy, pretty in pink<\/p>\n<\/p>\n and rumpled T-shirt,<\/p>\n<\/p>\n rubbing sleep from her eyes, or<\/p>\n<\/p>\n joy even in<\/p>\n<\/p>\n just this breathing, free<\/p>\n<\/p>\n of fright and clutch, knowing<\/p>\n<\/p>\n how one\u2019s ship comes in<\/p>\n<\/p>\n with each such breath.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/p>\n