It is time for all the heroes to go homeif they have any, time for all of us common ones
to locate ourselves by the real things
we live by.
Far to the north, or indeed in any direction,
strange mountains and creatures have always lurked–
elves, goblins, trolls, and spiders:-
we encounter them in dread and wonder,
But once we have tasted far streams, touched the gold,
found some limit beyond the waterfall,
a season changes, and we come back, changed
but safe, quiet, grateful.
Suppose an insane wind holds all the hills
while strange beliefs whine at the traveler’s ears,
we ordinary beings can cling to the earth and love
where we are, sturdy for common things.
William Stafford, Allegiances
2 comments:
ahhhhhhhhh
a new poem
new to me that is
and I went into it
and came out
with fairy dust
on the tip of my nose
a bridge to Teribithia
a taste of woodland wonder
xox - eb.
Wow. Incredible photog. Beautiful poem. Much love, Kim.
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