Out in the mountains nobody gives you anything.

And you learn what the rules were after the game is over.
By then it is already night and it doesn’t make any difference
what anyone else is thinking or doing because now you have to
turn into an Indian.

You remember stories and now you know that the tellers were
part of all they told.
And everyone else was, and even you.

They’re all around you now, but if you’re afraid you will never find them.
And those questions that people always ask-
“What would you do if…”
They have their own answer right now- nothing.

Some things cannot be redeemed in a hurry no matter what the intentions are.
What could be done had to have been done a long time ago.
Because mistakes have consequences that do not just disappear.
If evil could be canceled easily it would not be very evil.

And so, the stars see you.
While you drift away they have their own courses and they watch you.
And listen, they already know your name.

William Stafford