Wednesday, May 24, 2017


Let my dreams while I’m wide-awake 
loose. Let me be drowned, baptized, 
in the light given me. Day comes around, 
night, fall, winter, spring, 
summer. Leaves overhead, underfoot. 
Waves arrive, buffets from friends 
offended, enemies. Let it all come: 
this is my way, this is the canoe I’m in.

William Stafford
Photo:  Peter Bowers