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.