Everydays into Holidays
In Case You Didn’t Know by Rod McKuen Some days up ahead will come down empty and some years fuller than the fullest one we've known before. Today has been the best day yet. I thought you ought to know that, and I thought it time that I said thank you for whatever might have passed between us that in your mind you might have felt missed my attention. It didn’t and it doesn’t and it won’t. Thank you for the everydays that you make into holidays. I close up more often now, not just to you but even to myself within myself. I know I should be always open. At least I ought to make a better try. I will.
When the library at the college Mona works for moves a book out of rotation, they put it out on a table for anyone to have. We’ve found some treasures in their trash. The poem above is from moment to moment by Rod McKuen, ©1974.
McKuen reminds me of Ringo Starr. There isn’t a lot of nuance or metaphor in their poems or songs; you don’t have to wonder, “What is he trying to say?” because he’s come right out and said it.
For better or for worse.