This will be my post for February. Soon I will be out on the trail with dogs and students, for the rest of the month. So long and fare thee well, everyone. Knock on wood, fingers crossed.
February 16, 2022
Forty-two degrees below zero.
I’m up in my morning lookout.
Out the west window
Castor and his brother Pollux
fade and descend.
Halfway through winter now, and
those two are the only stars I can see;
the rest all done in
by the high white disc of moon to the west
and the pale wash of dawn in the northeast.
This morning my thoughts drift
again, and yet again
to a distant border I shall never see,
and the whims of yet another
hell-bent on settling some old score.
Castor, Pollux, old buddies,
I want to join you, drop down below the ridge,
keep low, head down,