A sandstorm’s moved in and it’s in my ears and eyebrows.
I climbed an ant hill of ages today and poured it out of my shoes.
Little rainbows if you look just right and up close.
I found a way to think like a bear and like a mountain.
A shadowy cloud of snow beckons and the grains are still pelting my memory.
I don’t miss home. I’m here again.
#npm15 (National Poetry Month, 2015)