If Ever a Complaint

If ever a complaint

Or thankless notion makes its way

Across my restless tongue,

Or finds a haven where to prey

Upon my better sense,

May then the grace of God be plain;

Reminding me from whence

My soul’s right destiny was claimed.

K. Hartnett, December 1999

 

Sometimes it's funny where and when you'll get a little inspiration and a few minutes to work on a poem.  I distinctly remember writing this one from the parent's observation balcony at a local indoor swimming pool while the children splashed and played below.  I much prefer writing where it's quiet - but who's complaining?