by William Stafford
Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. The interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life—
What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?
from The Way It Is: New & Selected Poems
William Stafford lived from 1914 to 1996. He spent the last half of his life in
Oregon, where he was Poet Laureate from 1975 to 1990
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath—the most sacred of times?
A winter solstice 2020 short stream for a Movement Medicine community
to fashion universes out of emptiness
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