Alright tell me in the tags, what’s Your Poem? That poem you heard once and it has dwelt within you ever since?
This is mine, and it feels like it’s almost just mine because it BARELY exists online.
For My Friends
Once in a cave a little bar of light Fell into my hand. The walls leaned over me. I carried it outside to let the stars look; They peered in my hand. Stars are like that.
Do not be afraid -- I no longer carry it. But in a friend's face now, splinters of that light Fall and won't go out, no matter how faint The buried star shines back there in the cave.
It is in the earth wherever I walk. It is in the earth wherever I walk.
-- William Stafford


















