Wednesday, September 10, 2008


Two people meet. The sky turns winter,
quells whatever they would say.
Then, a periphery glance into danger--
and an avalanche already on its way.

They have been honest all of their lives;
careful, calm, never in haste;
they didn't know what it is to meet.
Now they have met: the world is waste.

They find they are riding an avalanche
feeling at rest, all danger gone.
The present looks out of their eyes; they stand
calm and still on a speeding stone.

William Stafford

William Stafford was Poet Laureate in 1970. The Monrovia Public Library has his books Allegiances, A Glass Face in the Rain, Oregon Message, Passwords, The Rescued Year, and Stories That Could Be True.

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