Dispatch #125
"Present Conditions"
Present Conditions
Today the weather within
is the weather without.
Even the wind is broken,
stammering over gnarled stalks
and black bulbs punctured through
snowpack. I’m alive
in the contrast, dragging myself
from a dream, eyes adjusting
to the light. In a semaphore
of stripped limbs
the sun, segmented, multiplies.



Nice! "Alive in the contrast." Indeed.