"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

27 July 2018

Where.


Now has come, an easy time. I let it
roll. There is a lake somewhere
so blue and far nobody owns it.
A wind comes by, and a willow listens
gracefully.

I hear all this, every summer. I laugh
and cry for every turn of the world,
its terribly cold, innocent spin.
That lake stays blue and free; it goes
on and on.  

And I know where it is.

William Stafford

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