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)