You and Art
Your exact errors make a music
that nobody hears.
Your straying feet find the great dance,
walking alone.
And you live on a world where stumbling
always leads home.
Year after year fits over your face--
when there was youth, your talent
was youth;
later, you find your way by touch
where moss redeems the stone;
And you discover where music begins
before it makes any sound,
far in the mountains where canyons go
still as the always-falling, ever-new flakes of snow.
(from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems by William Stafford)
A wolf? A coyote? A dog? From one of the Yosemite webcams on December 25, 2010.
Dear Blog Friends,
Looking forward to another fruitful year of reading your blogs and blogging! Here is where I started in 2006. My 4th blog birthday was December 8.
Kind wishes for 2011 and always,
am
P.S. At the top of this post is "Boy with Amaryllis and Orion," one of my trackpad drawings from January 2008.
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