63: Samurai Song by Robert Pinsky

When I had no roof I made

Audacity my roof. When I had

No supper my eyes dined.


When I had no eyes I listened.

When I had no ears I thought.

When I had no thought I waited.


When I had no father I made

Care my father. When I had

No mother I embraced order.


When I had no friend I made

Quiet my friend. When I had no

Enemy I opposed my body.


When I had no temple I made

My voice my temple. I have

No priest, my tongue is my choir.


When I have no means fortune

Is my means. When I have

Nothing, death will be my fortune.


Need is my tactic, detachment

Is my strategy. When I had

No lover I courted my sleep.


This poem can be found in the volume, Jersey Rain: Poems.

Think about how the poem made you feel. Did you feel empowered by the author’s resourcefulness, or saddened by his circumstance? Did the poem make you reconsider the potential upside of your own present difficulties?

May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.

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