Monday, June 14, 2010

"Maybe I'm a king."

I'm not inclined to call this day a sad day, because I'm not one of those sorts who says such things for all the world to see (not very regularly, anyway). I'm also not one who bellyaches when Monday rolls around simply because of where the day happens to fall in the week, for I've had some very lovely Mondays in my time. I do, however, get some strength from the words of one William Stafford this day and night, especially with my recent push towards living a rich life of significance ... to be an individual who matters to someone other than himself. There are so many reasons why I like this piece and, well, given those things I've just said, perhaps they'll be readily evident.

A Story That Could Be True, William Stafford

If you were exchanged in the cradle and
your real mother died
without ever telling the story
then no one knows your name,
and somewhere in the world
your father is lost and needs you
but you are far away.

He can never find
how true you are, how ready.
When the great wind comes
and the robberies of the rain
you stand on the corner shivering.
The people who go by—
you wonder at their calm.

They miss the whisper that runs
any day in your mind,
“Who are you really, wanderer?”—
and the answer you have to give
no matter how dark and cold
the world around you is:
“Maybe I’m a king.”


Jamie said...

Wow, thank you to William Strafford! Needed to read as I am too trying to change some of my selfish ways. Good luck on your journey.

Anonymous said...

A spoonful of existentialism never hurt 'nobody.

sarah nicole said...

Pretty words, Dainon.

You're doing good.