Wednesday, March 15, 2017

by William Stafford

Our father owned a star,
and by its light
we lived in father’s house
and slept at night.

The tragedy of life,
like death and war,
were faces looking in
at our front door.

But finally all came in,
from near and far:
you can’t believe in locks
and own a star.

"Home" by William Stafford 
from Another World Instead
© Graywolf Press, 2008.