Just Thinking
Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.
Been on probation most of my life. And
the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments
count for a lot – peace, you know.
Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one
stirring, no plans. Just being there.
–William Stafford
His work just keeps speaking to me, over and over again.
For a sampling of other poems by Stafford that I have posted on this blog, click here.
Thank you to Whiskey River for bringing this one to my attention.
Thank you too.
I’ve loved coming here and discovering new poets, new worlds – a gift, ironically, beyond words.
I am glad to have come across another William Stafford lover. I have been recording some of his poems on YouTube lately, and was “Just Thinking” (pun intended) of posting this one. Being in town I haven’t got the kind of window I want for this piece and was wondering if you might allow me to use the image of your window in this post. I have been away from my blog for a while, but here is a link to my latest Stafford reading on my YouTube channel: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qUQJBJwxyUQ