The Way It Is Thereโs a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesnโt change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold it you canโt get lost. Tragedies happen; people get hurt or die; and you suffer and get old. Nothing you do can stop timeโs unfolding. You donโt ever let go of the thread. ~ William Stafford ~
William StaffordAll still when summer is over stand shocks in the field, nothing left to whisper, not even good-bye, to the wind. After summer was over we knew winter would come: we knew silence would wait, tall, patient calm.
William Stafford