I have featured William Stafford’s poetry a number of times before. I enjoy his conversational style and his focus on nature and the everyday beauty of things around us. I think this poem is beautiful. Just lying on the couch and being happy.Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it hasso much to do in the world.People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can'tmonitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.When dawn flows over the hedge you canget up and act busy.Little corners like this, pieces of Heavenleft lying around, can be picked up and saved.People won't even see…