By: Kim Stafford
Bring home a seed, a petal, a crumb
to feed the family at this table nested.
Bring to us a mutter, a chirp,
a tune to comfort those afraid.
Climb the sky to see beyond
all troubles unto sunrise.
Then fold your wings and fall
toward bounty unafraid.
What is small may yet be grand —
a little bird, delicious aria unending.
Guard this twig, your
only weapon a song.
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.