Tuesday, November 11, 2014

William Stafford: "Today"

The ordinary miracles begin. Somewhere
a signal arrives: "Now," and the rays
come down. A tomorrow has come. Open
your hands, lift them: morning rings
all the doorbells; porches are cells for prayer.
Religion has touched your throat. Not the same now,
you could close your eyes and go on full of light.

And it is already begun, the chord
that will shiver glass, the song full of time
bending above us. Outside, a sign:
a bird intervenes; the wings tell the air,
"Be warm." No one is out there, but a giant
has passed through town, widening streets, touching
the ground, shouldering away the stars.

"Today" by William Stafford, from My Name Is William Tell: Poems. © Confluence Press, 1992.

Art credit: "Frost on Window," photograph by Larisa Koshkina.

1 comment :

  1. Miss his beautiful mind and heart--thank you for being here William Stafford.


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