Glances
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 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
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