If it should happen you wake up and Armageddon has come, lie still. - William Stafford

"Remembering"

When there was air, when you could
breathe any day if you liked, and if you
wanted to you could run. I used to
climb those hills back of town and
follow a gully so my eyes were at ground
level and could look out through grass as the
stems
bent in their tensile way, and see snow
mountains follow along, the way distance goes.

Now I carry those days in a tiny box
wherever I go, I open the lid like this
and let the light glimpse and then glance away.
There is a sigh like my breath when I do this.
Some days I do this again and again.

William Stafford, The Darkness Around Us Is Deep (Harper Perennial; Paperback Original edition, January 12, 1994)

"Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason,
you sing.

from "Cutting Loose

Now I carry those days in a tiny box
wherever I go. I open the lid like this
and let the light glimpse and then glance away.
There is a sigh like my breath when I do this.
Some days I do this again and again. — William Stafford, from “Remembering,” The Darkness Around Us Is Deep: Selected Poems, ed. Robert Bly (HarperPerennial, 1993)