The Well Rising
The well rising without sound,
the spring on a hillside,
the plowshare brimming
through deep ground
everywhere in the field—
The sharp swallows in their swerve
flaring and hesitating
hunting for the final curve
coming closer and closer—
The swallow heart from wingbeat
to wingbeat
counseling decision, decision:
thunderous examples. I place my feet
with care in such a world.
William Stafford
Posted over on Poetry Foundation
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