“Thinking for Berky” by William Stafford

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything, so for my first post of my favorite season, I’m diving in with a great splash of a poem.

“Thinking for Berky” by William Stafford

In the late night listening from bed
I have joined the ambulance or the patrol
screaming toward some drama, the kind of end
that Berky must have some day, if she isn’t dead.

The wildest of all, her father and mother cruel,
farming out there beyond the old stone quarry
where highschool lovers parked their lurching cars,
Berky learned to love in that dark school.

Early her face was turned away from home
toward any hardworking place; but still her soul,
with terrible things to do, was alive, looking out
for the rescue that–surely, some day–would have to come.

Windiest nights, Berky, I have thought for you,
and no matter how lucky I’ve been I’ve touched wood.
There are things not solved in our town though tomorrow came:
there are things time passing can never make come true.

We live in an occupied country, misunderstood;
justice will take us millions of intricate moves.
Sirens will hunt down Berky, you survivors in your beds
listening through the night, so far and good.

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2 Responses to “Thinking for Berky” by William Stafford

  1. Cool poem… original! Unique name ‘Berky’ and very unique poem, read it twice and am still intrigued!

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