Assurance
You will never be alone, you hear so deep
a sound when autumn comes. Yellow
pulls across the hills and thrums,
or in the silence after lightning 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.
by William Stafford
it's stopped raining. But yesterday in the car small sections of the poem read themselves to me as I drove home.
I”ve never read that particular Stafford poem and thank you for sharing it. I wish I were one of your craft monkeys!
I love the rain, and the lovely clean feeling afterwards (even with a leaky roof) your poem is beautiful. Thank you so much. Also for the quote re: a “normal” day it gave me pause and I love to pause.
It rained and rained here on Tuesday and now it is very, very warm and muggy. I love it when all the dust that has accumulated on everything is cleaned off by the rain.
It has stopped raining here too….the earth is very soggy and moist. Seems very happy with itself, replenished by these good, soaking rains this past week.
Thank you for sharing the wonderful poem and I’m really enjoying your random photos.
Jacky xox
This is lovely..and you know what? (Of course you wouldn’t..what a dumb question, Ellen!) I had the great blessing and privilege to have William Stafford as a professor eons ago when I was at college in Oregon. He enriched my life and continues to do so.
Unrelated? I think not. 🙂 Lovely. Lovely. As always.
and a beautiful beautiful photo
that is beautiful beautiful child
Beautiful poem! Assured to know… I will never be alone.