A gift like no other
Another kind of making space
For clarity,
Like light, it seeks
All of its rays, answering
Such questions as
Why not?
The fields along I-90
Upstate glowed gold,
A pale ethereal,
Vast in formative, familiar vista,
But underground sublime
In geologies of ice and lakes
And another time along the
Lake, cast up from eastern
Morning storm, a grey pearl
Pink thrown to the sky from water.
What I needed, what was
Answered, a way to keep
On moving,
Whole.
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