
In the Museum
Like that, I put the next thing in your
hand--this piece of rock the farthest
climber found, or this, a broken urn
volcano-finished.
Later you'll walk out and say,
"Where's home?"
There will be something lacking
in each room, a part you held
and casually laid down.
You can never get back but
there'll be other talismans,
you have learned to falter
in this good way:
stand still, walk on, remember--
Let one by one things come alive
like fish and swim away
into their future waves.
William Stafford
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