You will never be alone, you hear so deep a sound when autumn comes… in the silence after lightning before it says its names, and then the clouds’ wide-mouthed apologies. You were aimed from birth: you will never be alone. Rain will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon, long aisles – you never heard so deep a sound, moss on rock, and years. You turn your head, that’s what the silence meant: You’re not alone. The whole wide world pours down. ~ William Stafford (Photo by David K. Shields)