how can you be just
inches from Brahmin but not
look up at the dawn
how can you plaster
billboards with Christ but not think
to put down your guns
sometimes I just get
winded…

With the first real snowfall here in Upstate New York and the likelihood that a lot of traditional once-taken-for-granted holiday and winter activities will be skipped or limited this year, I decided to dust off this poem about perspective:
As the light descends,
a lumination seemingly independent of any celestial…