On considering the genesis of a certain emotion
When the snow was coming in sideways
I was out on the hill in my gear
up and down the little hill of my infancy
taking in the bumps and knocks
an absorption artist
a Houdini in reverse
When the snow lay meters thick
I was at home and wouldn’t leave
the fire and the warmth
looking into toys’ souls
a psychoanalyst of inanimate matter
The fun and the summer came
and made me cry
from knowing what made
the days turn long and the river overflow
a barometer of blood
knocked on by a breeze and the shining stars