Preface / by Kim Stafford A story that could be true Fifteen Vocation Ask me The way it is A message from the wanderer Traveling through the dark Mein Kampf You reading this, be ready Security Thinking for Berky Why I am happy A ritual to read to each other Serving with Gideon Easter morning Assurance Our story The little ways that encourage good fortune A gesture toward an unfound Renaissance Saint Matthew and all A dedication Learning Objector At the un-national monument along the Canadian border For the unknown enemy At the bomb testing site These mornings Distractions Watching the jet planes dive Poetry The star in the hills Peace walk Explaining the big one Entering history "Shall we have that singing--" In the night desert The concealment: Ishi, the last wild Indian Bess staAmerican Gothic Report to Crazy Horse For my young friends who are afraid Listening Clash Our kind Aunt Mabel At the grave of my brother: bomber pilot A catechism Circle of breath A memorial: son Bret A family turn Ruby was her name With Kit, age 7, at the beach Passing remark Once in the 40s One home Prairie town Ceremony The farm on the Great Plains One evening In the Oregon country At the Klamath berry festival Looking for gold An Oregon message Earth dweller Spirit of place: great blue heron The fish counter at Bonneville Witness Bi-focal Across Kansas Malheur before dawn Starting with little things Mr. Conscience The well rising Climbing along the river Roll call Things I learned last week Ode to garlic Reading with little sister: a recollection Just thinking Any morning First grade Freedom When I met my muse You and art The animal that drank up sound Keeping a journal Indian caves in the dry country Burning a book Growing up A farewell, age ten Artist, come home An archival print Why I am a poet Run before dawn The last class Looking across the river Father and son Choosing a dog "Are you Mr. William Stafford?" Smoke
