By: Kim Stafford
Among the many forms of wealth,
in the catalog of luxuries, a quiet
morning such as this where
I choose the right to be forgotten
as the foxglove footed among stones
beside the rivulet without a name
steps deliberately down
from rain toward the rumor
of the sea. Rare privilege this
fame of the butterfly, wings
like flames, all flit and scamper
by whim of the spiral tongue
seeking what is sweet and free.
First published in The Right to Be Forgotten (a chapbook of poems).
Poet Kim Stafford grew up in Oregon, Iowa, Indiana, California, and Alaska, following his parents as they taught and traveled through the West. He is the author of a dozen books of poetry and prose, and the director of the Northwest Writing Institute at Lewis & Clark College, where he has taught since 1979.