Otherwise
by Jane Kenyon
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.
At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.
Otherwise
by Miriam Yeo
I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
oatmeal, sweet
soymilk, ripe, flawless
blueberries. It might
have been otherwise.
I watched Elizabeth
and thought about strong female characters.
All morning I baked
ate the food that I love.
At noon I made couscous
and started writing essays for scholarships. It might
have been otherwise.
I ate dinner with my family
at a table with mismatching
cutlery. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.
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