Monday, September 29, 2014

The Morning Reading: "The whole wide world pours down"

- William Stafford

You will never be alone, you hear so deep
a sound when autumn comes. Yellow
pulls across the hills and thrums,
or the silence after lightening before it says
its names- and then the clouds' wide-mouthed
apologies. You were aimed from birth:
you will never be alone. Rain
will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,
long aisles- you never heard so deep a sound,
moss on rock, and years. You turn your head-
that’s what the silence meant: you’re not alone.
The whole wide world pours down.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thank you Lisa for this. And now I am weeping---like rain. My heart stopped seeing that photo of William Stafford. A thread that pulls open another world--and a flood of memories connected to him in that land of rain.

the other L

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