Lutsen, 2012/01/06

I became aware midwinter of
seasonal changes and passed time.

I had been asleep
drifting like silent fog and snowflakes
without a lighthouse or horn.

Surrounded by snow and the
ice trapped within I did

not know which field spread before me
I did not know the year.

In the far distance of many miles,
a mountain rises into clouds
its peak and true nature obscured
for the peak’s shape is an oral history.


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