"I am your own way of looking at things," she said. "When you allow me to live with you, every glance at the world around you will be a sort of salva… - William Stafford

. . . On a sandbar
sunlight stretches out its limbs, or is it
a sycamore, so brazen, so clean and bold?

We were traveling between a mountain and Thursday,
Holding pages back on the calendar,
Remembering every turn in the roadway:
We hold that sky, we said, and remember.
So magic a time it was that I was both brave and afraid.
Some day like this might save the world.

Before you have your dreams, your dreams have you, and every day pushes a night before it while the wilderness follows.