The Snow Field

obscured and vague by winter
the hidden hollow rocks
resonating elegiac subterranean drafts
unseen whispers the tension
spring of unspoken words
bubbles in the throat
cavern of unheard echoes
beneath shrugging shoulders
rock and snow and sky
and clouds that shroud their difference
slowly snow drifts down
quiet. quiet.
descending a space between
thought the overbearing sunbeams
striking with intent every
separate atom like spear thrusts
squinted cyclopean focus
the ejaculate of logos
presupposed and superimposed
winking gleams of light
ice crystals sparkle in a snow field
a rasterized reflection
of flaring intent belying
sameness in which I find myself
a needless flake undistinguished
from all that I survey

Published by Miles of Mindfulness

My name is Mike Bragg. I'm a Denver-based cycling enthusiast and a big advocate of mindfulness. I enjoy the outdoors, and I use mindfulness practices to help myself be more present with my adventures. I like to read challenging material, and I have a keen interest in ancient history and natural sciences.

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