Earth dweller

moss
It was all the clods at once become
precious; it was the barn, and the shed,
and the windmill, my hands, the crack
Arlie made in the ax handle: oh, let me stay
here humbly, forgotten, to rejoice in it all;
let the sun casually rise and set.
If I have not found the right place,
teach me; for, somewhere inside, the clods are
vaulted mansions, lines through the barn sing
for the saints forever, the shed and windmill
rear so glorious the sun shudders like a gong.

Now I know why people worship, carry around
magic emblems, wake up talking dreams
they teach to their children: the world speaks.
The world speaks everything to us.
It is our only friend.

by William Stafford

One thought on “Earth dweller

  1. Hi Kristine,
    lovely to see you today. As mentioned I am awaiting confirmation of the June weekend.

    I hope to get a confirmation and meet up again soon,

    Many thanks

    Sonia

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