Vocation
This dream the world is having about
itself
includes a trace on the plains of the Oregon
trail,
a groove in the grass my father showed us
all
one day while meadowlarks were trying to
tell
something better about to happen.
I dreamed the trace to the mountains, over the
hills,
and there a girl who belonged wherever she
was.
But then my mother called us back to the
car:
she was afraid; she always blamed the
place,
the time, anything my father planned.
Now both of my parents, the long line through the
plain,
the meadowlarks, the sky, the world's whole
dream
remain, and I hear him say while I stand between the
two,
helpless, both of them part of me:
"Your job is to find what the world is trying to
be."
~ William Stafford ~
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