Thursday, September 29, 2016

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:

Luna Crone said...

"You were aimed from birth:..."

May I please ask, what this line, says to you? I don't understand it.

Luna Crone

Luna Crone said...

I should explain my "bias," if it is one. :-)

I don't believe in destiny. I believe in free will.

And that line, somehow sounds like destiny....

Luna Crone

Mystic Meandering said...

Beautiful as always, Cate... Arising from the Silence that is our Home, and our companion on this earth journey... I love listening to the deep sounds of Autumn... _/\_