Thursday, April 16, 2015

The Rapture

This is how William Stafford put it one day - 

Malheur before Dawn

An owl sound wandered along the road with me.
I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.

Little ones at first, the stars retired, leaving polished little circles on the sky for awhile.

Then the sun began to shout from below the horizon. Throngs of birds campaigned, their music a tent of sound.

From across a pond, out of the mist,
one drake made a V and said its name.

Some vast animal of air began to rouse
from the reeds and lean forward.

Frogs discovered their national anthem again. I didn't know a ditch could hold so much joy.

So magic a time it was that I was both brave and afraid. Some day like this might save the world.