If you don't know the kind of person
I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others
made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss
our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the
fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of
childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one
wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of
all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important
region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should
consider--
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the
dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may
discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give--yes or no, or
maybe--
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
~ William Stafford ~
(The Way It Is)