Thursday, September 05, 2019

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

2 comments:

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

I needed this
thank you...

Guy said...

Hi

I can't remember if I had read Stafford's Assurance before. Thanks for this.

Guy