The Future Is Full Of Fingertips...

“The broken part heals even stronger than

the rest,”

they say. But that takes awhile.

And, “Hurry up,” the whole world says.

They tap their feet. And it still hurts on rainy

afternoons when the same absent sun

gives no sign it will ever come back.

“What difference in a hundred years?”

The barn where Agnes hanged her child

will fall by then, and the scrawled words

erase themselves on the floor where rats’ feet

run. Boards curl up. Whole new trees

drink what the rivers bring. Things die.

“No good thing is easy.” They told us that,

while we dug our fingers into the stones

and looked beseechingly into their eyes.

They say the hurt is good for you. It makes

what comes later a gift all the more

precious in your bleeding hands.

- WILLIAM STAFFORD