¿la verdad realmente libera?

 Lying isn’t new

Truth is difficult

If you want the truth

Embrace the difficult

honestly

Thanks, Abe

Born for

US, today

can of beings

 Withdrawing into

Silent solitude

The hobo fool

Finds odd comfort

Just this side

Of emptiness 

stop

 Lovely sun through window

Cat walks across chest

Western Union message

Open door, now, please

absence of justice

 Listening to attorney general

I cannot find any decency

Any willingness to serve

Anyone not her pal

attribute nothing to it

 I notice

Things 

Falling away

That

I no longer

Care

Falling

Into

Sleep

tell everyone just to remember their names

 Poem by William Stafford:

A Message from the Wanderer 

BY WILLIAM E. STAFFORD

Today outside your prison I stand

and rattle my walking stick: Prisoners, listen;

you have relatives outside. And there are

thousands of ways to escape.

Years ago I bent my skill to keep my

cell locked, had chains smuggled to me in pies,

and shouted my plans to jailers;

but always new plans occurred to me,

or the new heavy locks bent hinges off,

or some stupid jailer would forget

and leave the keys.

Inside, I dreamed of constellations—

those feeding creatures outlined by stars,

their skeletons a darkness between jewels,

heroes that exist only where they are not.

Thus freedom always came nibbling my thought,

just as—often, in light, on the open hills—

you can pass an antelope and not know

and look back, and then—even before you see—

there is something wrong about the grass.

And then you see.

That’s the way everything in the world is waiting.

Now—these few more words, and then I’m

gone: Tell everyone just to remember

their names, and remind others, later, when we

find each other. Tell the little ones

to cry and then go to sleep, curled up

where they can. And if any of us get lost,

if any of us cannot come all the way—

remember: there will come a time when

all we have said and all we have hoped

will be all right.

There will be that form in the grass.

Copyright Credit: William Stafford, “A Message from the Wanderer” from The Way It Is: New & Selected Poems. Copyright © 1998