Thursday, September 17, 2015

Thursday Poem - Assurance

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.

William Stafford, from Smoke’s Way, 1983

3 comments:

greekwitch said...

That was beautiful!

Aisling said...

Wow. That just stops me in my tracks.

Kate Sommerville said...

So beautiful!