The White Sky by William Stafford
Many things in the world have
already happened. You can
go back and tell about them.
They are part of what we
own as we speed along
through the white sky.
But many things in the world
haven't yet happened. You help
them by thinking and writing and acting.
Where they begin, you greet them
or stop them. You come along
and sustain the new things.
Once, in the white sky there was
a beginning, and I happened to notice
and almost glimpsed what to do.
But now I have come far
to here, and it is away back there.
Some days, I think about it.
sometimes i like to swallow poems whole. but that one i kept going back to nibble at it. i've featured poems of william stafford here before. they're all good. edible even.
like the epis blooming out back.
even the ones that are wilted are still luscious.
this week i got some ultra inexpensive acrylic craft paints from the martha stewart satin line. lots of pretty colors! they have a matte finish when dry which is kind of a nice change. the periwinkle purple color is one of my usual liquitex brand paints.
i started this visual journal below in january 2011. i just have a few pages left. it's been left alone to fend for itself for months at a time while i was off galavanting with other lovers. like my travel journals or sketchbook or inspiration journal. i also have a stack of wood panels out in the garage i've been wanting to dig into, but that means i would have to drop everything else for awhile. NO CAN DO.
i saw this quote today and it spoke to me. screamed at me actually. i took notice and wanted to share.









