As the harsh light fades
I live in the magic glow
Of this brief moment
Let the darkness come
Like closed eyes
And a deep breath
A new glory follows
A light to be filled
With possible moments
Their loves and lives
All but lost to us
Except for edifices left behind
A story told in rock and refuse
And daytime dreams
Of my construction
I feel my heart
Thrum in my chest
I feel the heat
Within my soul
I feel the beat
Of wordless rhyme
I am complete
Connected time
I love also this frozen range
Its crystalline air
With a cutting wind
Driving the storm my way
Stealing my breath
A vulnerable solitude
Presence
Aware, active vigilance
Perhaps
A little more beautiful.
And so we believe ourselves conscious
When every pattern we create
Has already been created
In our unconscious
I think I erect boundaries
To protect myself from what’s not me
But my boundaries
Enclose me
And so I define myself
Not by what is me
But by what is not me
Leaving no other possibility
On a beautiful
Fall day
With a light blanketing
Of snow
Is like adding
Sprinkles
To frosting
