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    For the Bird Singing before Dawn

    - Kim Stafford

    Some people presume to be hopeful

    when there is no evidence for hope,

    to be happy when there is no cause.

    Let me say now, I’m with them.

    In deep darkness on a cold twig

    in a dangerous world, one first

    little fluff lets out a peep, a warble,

    a song—and in a little while, behold:

    the first glimmer comes, then a glow

    filters through the misty trees,

    then the bold sun rises, then

    everyone starts bustling about.

    And that first crazy optimist, can we

    forgive her for thinking, dawn by dawn,

    “Hey, I made that happen!

    And oh, life is so fine.”

    Copyright © 2022 by Kim Stafford. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 27, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.