Rediscovery
Unpredicted ice sketchers
shadowed on the cold thickness,
a gaze below the waxing imperfection.
A surprise revelation
captured by only a few who move their weary eyes to wonder
why,
the red tails of traffic break and slow
in a trance
competing with this singular miracle.
Mesmerized
by mountains graphing their rise and fall against illumination
that draws a line between what is and
the predictable hope of
rediscovery.
Driving on my way home from school, I was surprised to see skaters silhouetted under an almost full moon on the flat lands along highway eleven. Then, heading east, the traffic slowed as it moved towards the rising moon. It was big and awesome. The mountains were black against its light. These words spilled out of my head as I drove and came home to write them down.
– January 11, 2017, a very cold, clear night