Preface

In winter, it’s easy to feel cut off.
Dark falls early, sinks in like ice.
Wind licks at neck, whips tears
to eyes, leaves ears aching.

Heart pulls into a tight knot
like a child curling up to hide.
Everywhere the world cries out,
offering sure-fire formulas for warmth

or crystalline reasons
for the inevitability of heat death.
Another Voice trickles beneath,
picking up speed

like a thawing creek
in early spring,
like an unlearned boy
on his knees in a grove

praying aloud for the first time
at that point of year when light
begins to return in earnest.

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