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 decisions, decision:
thunderous examples. I place my feet
with care in such a world.
William Stafford
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