Ask Me

 After studying the photos I took today with the water and ice, I thought of this poem. These photos seem fitting.

Ask Me

Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.

William Stafford

1 comment:

  1. The poem says it doesn't matter if we hurt people, it doesn't matter if we do bad things, it doesn't matter if we are hated .... or at least, it isn't worth talking about.


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