Ghazal by David Keefe
Here’s another one from What have you lost?
Ghazal (For William Stafford)
By David Keefe
I will follow my master and in the soft quiet
become a morning poet.
Listening to the world, all its questions
between today and tomorrow.
For a match starts a fire, a shout to a mountain
sometimes starts an avalanche.
The grey line of the road ahead embraces us;
yet we can still be lost in our own life.
When many people offer to be your guide,
perhaps it is because your father couldn’t reach you.
