Thursday, December 29, 2011

"Father's Voice," by William Stafford

"No need to get home early;
the car can see in the dark."
       He wanted me to be rich
       the only way we could,
       easy with what we had.

And always that was his gift,
given for me ever since,
       easy gift, a wind
       that keeps on blowing for flowers
       or birds wherever I look.

World, I am your slow guest,
one of the common things
       that move in the sun and have
       close, reliable friends
       in the earth, in the air, in the rock.
"Father's Voice" by William Stafford, from Allegiances. © Harper & Row, 1970.

1 comment:

  1. Sometimes I feel I could stretch my arms out on my sides and touch them both. Excellent pairing with the photo.