POEMS: “Being a person, even in quiet places” by William Stafford

owl

Be a person here.

Stand by the river, invoke

the owls.

Invoke winter, then spring.

Let any season that wants to come here make its own

call.

After that sound goes away, wait.

A slow bubble rises through the earth

and begins to include sky, stars, all space,

even the outracing, expanding thought.

Come back and hear the little sound again.

Suddenly this dream you are having matches

everyone’s dream, and the result is the world.

If a different call came there wouldn’t be any

world, or you, or the river, or the owls calling.

How you stand here is important.

How you listen for the next things to happen.

How you breathe.

—William Stafford

Being a person    Even in Quiet Places: Poems

7 Comments Add yours

  1. Be One with Nature and such lovely and beautiful words of Being a Person who silently loves to be standing and loving to be with the birds, the trees, the waves and everything. Cute picture of these owls too, Amira.

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    1. Thank you so much dear kamal! So true… nothing like being one with everything in nature…<3
      and Yes adorable baby owls so curious and cute!😍

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      1. Yes absolutely. Welcome Amira.

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    1. Thank you so much Anita! So glad you enjoyed it! ❤

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  2. LindaP says:

    Beautiful poem and cute picture!

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    1. Thank you so much Linda! I am glad you also enjoyed the cute baby owls ❤ ❤ ❤

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