Simple Talk
Spilling themselves in the sun bluebirds
wing-mention their names all day.
If everything told so clear a life,
maybe the sky would come,
maybe heaven;
maybe appearance and truth
would be the same.
Maybe whatever seems to be so,
we should speak so from our souls,
never afraid,
"Light" when it comes,
"Dark" when it goes away.
William Stafford
Posted over on Friends of William Stafford
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