On a night of insights
Stepping into frigid
I turn my back to wind
I’ve had a notion
Most of my life
About horizon, space,
The vast as far as I could see
In the growing up,
Wind across the plains
Constant in
The calling spaces
Now mighty wind
Rags my shoulders but
I don’t care, nor do I
Turn to look out into
Snow carried in this
Night’s wildness
And I can’t explain it,
Anything about it, but it
Falls upon me,
Perspective
February 15
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