Photo by Caroline Casteel
It is more strenuous
than trudging through tar
or quicksand, harder than making an A in English.
But you demand it of me daily,
the way you demand coffee
in the morning, not in spite of time
or place but due to them.
And so I laugh, as if my own faithfulness
to tardiness were a secret sin—
that downward tug on time,
my old intuition that beauty
and grades are momentary trifles,
no more than hitting snooze
Earliness. I try to drag myself
out of bed again—
the covers threaded with warm dreams.
I scurry around my bedroom,
trip on shoes.
Only I would say:
It's better to arrive late than to arrive ugly.
Pastan, Linda. "The Obligation to Be Happy." Poetry Out Loud. Poetry Foundation and the National Endowment for the Arts. Web. 2 Feb. 2016.